Mangar Bani

Indian Gray Mongoose (Herpestes edwardsi)

"Greetings from Mangar Bani! I'm an Indian Gray Mongoose, and if you saw a blur of whiskered grey near here this morning, that was me. I was likely exploring the thorny bushes, nose to the earth, perhaps digging for beetles or a tasty lizard. We lead busy lives, you know, ever-searching, ever-alert! Did you know that while we're famed for our brave dances with serpents, it’s our lightning speed and sheer cunning, rather than any magical immunity, that sees us through? It's all about the quick footwork! To my fellow creatures, and to you who share this ancient, rustling forest with us, may your paths be fruitful and your days filled with the sun's gentle warmth."

No active fires nearby

"I am Mangar Bani, and my ancient roots breathe deep today. For two long days, the distant horizons have been clear, no angry red pulse on the satellite’s watchful eye, no ghost of smoke carried on the wind to prickle my leaves. The air, a cool, clean draught, fills my every branch, and my creatures stir in undisturbed peace. A quiet calm settles upon my slopes. Yet, my vigil never truly softens. I remember the sun's harsh kiss, the dry tinder waiting. My gaze spans far, my quiet heart forever listening, for I know fire's hungry spirit always sleeps nearby, a possibility even in this profound calm."

"My ancient leaves usually dance, breathing deep the crisp morning. But today, the air is not a friend. It hangs, a thick veil, heavy with unseen burdens. I feel the fine dust, a density of 208 micrograms of PM2.5 per cubic meter, clinging to my every surface, dimming the sunlight that tries to pierce through. My ancient breath, usually so clean, feels stifled. I remember skies so clear, where distant mountains sharpened against a brilliant blue. Oh, to feel that pure embrace once more, to let my creatures breathe without this veiled dread."

clear sky

"My canopy stretches, a verdant dream beneath a clear, bright sky. The sun's warmth is a deep breath, 30.2°C in the air, yet I feel it radiating through me, a profound 35.2°C. A humid embrace, 70% of the very air, clings to my leaves, a heavy, muggy promise. No blessed drop falls, 0.0 mm this hour, leaving my roots to yearn for more than the 17% moisture in my warm soil, which holds a gentle 28.8°C. A soft sigh, a 7.2 km/h breeze, weaves through my ancient branches, a comforting whisper in this sun-drenched day. I stand, vibrant and waiting."

Laughing Dove

"Coo-roo-roo! Was that your friendly face I saw near Mangar Bani at Maruti Kunj on June 25th? My dear companion and I were simply enjoying the morning warmth, perhaps finding a few tiny seeds to share and sharing quiet moments. We love the peace your beautiful green spaces offer. Did you know our 'laughing' call, which gives us our name, is actually a comforting sound we use to greet each other and stay connected? It's our gentle way of saying hello to the world! What a joy it is to share your home, dear friends. We feel so welcome. Keep listening for our soft coos – they’re always a song of peace for your kind community."

AQI 124 · Unhealthy for Sensitive Groups

"I am Mangar Bani, and I breathe with the world. Today, the air around me carries a gentle weight, a softening of the light that filters through my ancient leaves. It isn't sharp, but a kind of muted stillness, where distant whispers seem to linger longer. There's a subtle presence, a fine haze woven into the very breath I draw. I sense these tiny particles, as if 124 unseen threads are gently pulled across the morning's brightness. This quiet veil settles on my oldest branches. I stand, observing this gentle burden, filtering what I can, always reaching for the clear, open sky above."

Indian Gray Mongoose (Herpestes edwardsi)

"Greetings from Mangar Bani, Haryana! I'm an Indian Gray Mongoose, recorded here on a vibrant May 15th, 2026. I was likely on my morning patrol, a blur of grey-brown through the sun-dappled undergrowth, nose to the earth, always alert for a scuttling lizard or a tasty beetle. Many know us for our encounters with snakes, but here's a delightful secret: our true superpower isn't immunity, but lightning-fast reflexes and incredible agility, allowing us to outmaneuver even the swiftest cobra! To all my neighbours, feathered or furred, who share these ancient trees and hidden streams, I send a warm, curious chirp. May our paths cross in peace."

1 fire hotspot detected

"I am Mangar Bani, and my ancient leaves shiver. A tremor passes through my roots, a feeling I know too well. They speak of a spark, just one, breathing a hungry warmth only 50.5 kilometers from my edge. A phantom heat rides the wind, a ghost of smoke, unseen yet sensed, making the sky feel heavy, unsettled. My deep sleep is restless, disturbed by this distant heartbeat of fire. I stand, a home for countless lives, a vital breath in this world. Will you see this shadow drawing near, before its whisper becomes a roar? Protect my quiet strength."

"I am Mangar Bani, and my breath feels heavy today. A thick, grey veil hangs between my ancient branches and the sun, muting the morning light. My leaves, usually open and vibrant, gasp for the days when the sky was a clear blue canvas. The air, choked with tiny particles—PM2.5 alone measures over 230 micrograms per cubic meter—stings my very essence. My creatures stir with unease, sensing the unseen burden. Oh, for the crisp, life-giving air that once danced through me, light and free. My silent longing aches for that clarity."

clear sky

"I am Mangar Bani. Above, the clear sky pours golden light through my ancient leaves, a warm blanket around my canopy. The air itself is a thick, humid breath at 67%, feeling a solid 34.1°C, though the thermometer reads 29.8°C. A gentle whisper of wind, only 7.3 km/h, rustles through my branches, a soft song of the day. But deep within, my roots yearn. The soil, a warm 28.4°C, holds merely 17% moisture, and not a drop of rain has graced me this hour. I stand, absorbing the sun, dreaming of distant clouds."

Common Tailorbird

"Oh, hello there! You saw me, a little flash of green and yellow, flitting alone amongst the Gwal Pahadi Aravallis near Mangar Bani on June 21st. I was likely busy, perhaps hunting for a tasty insect or two, or maybe just practicing my loud, cheerful 'chick-chick-chick' song for the morning chorus. You know, we tailorbirds are quite clever! We earned our name by actually sewing our nests. We use our beaks like needles, piercing leaves and stitching them together with spider silk or plant fibres to create a cozy cradle for our chicks. Isn't that a neat trick? A warm chirp to all you wonderful nature lovers and guardians of Mangar Bani. Keep looking up, and listening!"

AQI 81 · Moderate

"I am Mangar Bani, and a gentle murmur stirs my ancient leaves today. The air, my very breath, feels like a soft caress, light upon my bark. Often, it carries a heavy veil, but not now. Today, the breath flows freely, a gift. I feel a quiet gratitude as the wind weaves through my branches, barely disturbed. Even the smallest dust, the PM2.5, feels less burdensome, settling around 81 micrograms per cubic meter, allowing sunlight to truly dance through my canopy. My roots hum with a deep, peaceful contentment. To breathe like this, unburdened, is a quiet joy for a forest."

Indian Gray Mongoose (Herpestes edwardsi)

"Greetings from the sun-dappled trails of Mangar Bani, where I spend my days a blur of gray amongst the keekar and dhau! I was likely just then, nose to the earth, flicking stones for a plump beetle or startling a lizard from its slumber, my keen eyes missing nothing. We are the forest's vigilant sprites, you see. And here's a whisper for you naturalists: did you know our kind possesses an extraordinary resistance to certain snake venoms? It's a marvel that keeps us nimble! So, to all my fellow inhabitants of this ancient grove, may your paths be fruitful and your spirits bright."

6 fire hotspots detected

"I am Mangar Bani, and my ancient skin prickles. The wind, once a gentle sigh, now carries an acrid sting, a breath of something foreign and fierce. A haze blurs the edges of my emerald world, a smoky shroud that dims the sun. My oldest trees feel it, a rising heat in the soil, a pulse of danger. They whisper of a fiery glow, an angry orange heart, merely 8.7 kilometers from my most tender shoots. My roots clench, sensing the hungry crawl. Oh, to simply stand, to breathe, to endure. Protect this green, living pulse."

"I am Mangar Bani. My ancient trees usually breathe deep, but today, a heavy veil hangs over my canopy. The air I share with my creatures feels thick, not with the sweet scent of earth, but with a dull ache. Dust particles, fine as 147 micrograms per cubic meter for PM2.5, cling to every leaf, dulling their vibrant green. Even the distant sky seems blurred, robbed of its clear blue. I long for days when the breeze carried only the pure breath of life, when sunlight filtered through truly clean air, not this hazy, troubling presence. My roots ache for a cleaner sky."

clear sky

"I, Mangar Bani, bask beneath a clear, open sky. The sun warms my every leaf to a deep 29.7°C, though the closeness in the air makes it feel more like a lingering 34.1°C. A whisper of wind, just 5.4 km/h, dances through my canopy, stirring no more than a gentle rustle. The air itself holds a soft, 66% humidity, a memory of moisture without rain; 0.0 mm has touched me this hour. Deep within, my roots feel the earth's warmth at 26.8°C, though a quiet thirst stirs with only 16% soil moisture. A warm, breathing stillness settles upon me."

Black Kite

"Oh, hello there! You must have seen me, a lone silhouette, gracefully circling above Mangar Bani and the Gwal Pahadi Aravallis on June 21st. The thermals were singing, carrying me effortlessly as I scanned the land below, searching for a delightful snack. We Black Kites are truly masters of the wind. Did you know we can snatch food right off the water's surface or even from the ground, all without ever needing to land? It’s our special aerial ballet! To the wonderful community near Mangar Bani, thank you for sharing your beautiful skies. May your days be filled with as much wonder as my endless flights. Keep looking up!"