Samrudhdi Kerkar
As the bus moved from Bhubaneswar to Puri, the landscape began to shift, and the air carried a familiar coastal scent, reminding me of home. Vast wetlands, sprawling fields, and towering coconut trees stretched out before us.
We were eager to see Irrawaddy dolphins at Chilika Lake, Asia’s largest brackish water lagoon. By the time we arrived, the afternoon sun was blazing, and the sapphire waters shimmered. We boarded a Shikara-like boat, ready for the journey.
Black-headed gulls flapped alongside us, hoping for food. Their sharp eyes stayed fixed on visitors, waiting for treats. It was sad to see them fed biscuits and other processed foods, which weren’t good for them but remained unrestricted. As scavengers, they had adapted, but it was still concerning. At the same time, it was amusing to see them snatch food mid-air, like tiny puppies with wings.
We ventured deeper, and a ripple broke the surface. A sleek silver body emerged—an Irrawaddy dolphin! Another followed closely. Their fins shone in the sunlight as they moved in perfect sync, gliding through the water. It felt like they communicated in a rhythm only they understood. Seeing them swim together was the highlight of the day.
The next morning, we woke early to visit Mangalajodi, a freshwater wetland renowned for hosting over 200 bird species, including migratory birds like the ruddy shelduck, glossy ibis, and northern shoveler.
Our boat moved gently, creating small ripples. Mangalajodi was impressively clean and well-maintained. Former poachers had turned into guides, using their knowledge to protect the wildlife they once hunted.
While exploring the wetland, our guides identified various birds. An egret balanced on one leg, waiting to strike, while a black cormorant stretched its glossy wings against a sea of white egrets. Ibises dipped their curved beaks into the water, while purple herons stalked fish with slow, deliberate steps. Moorhens let out crackling calls, as storks waded through the shallows and ducks drifted by.
Tall reeds swayed at the edges. The only worrying sight was the water hyacinth. Though its purple flowers looked pretty, the plant was invasive and harmful to the ecosystem. It spread rapidly, covering the water, reducing oxygen levels, and endangering fish.
On the way back, the incredible wildlife I had witnessed stayed on my mind. Chilika Lake had left a lasting impression—its playful dolphins, diverse birdlife, and peaceful waters. It was an experience I would always remember.
