Melukote Kalyani

Asian Toad (Duttaphrynus melanostictus)

"Greetings from the cool earth near Melukote Kalyani! That September evening, I was likely just stirring, my skin still damp from a quiet day spent beneath a fig root, awaiting the delicious dance of night insects. Did you know a charming fact about us Asian Toads? We don't drink water with our mouths like you do! Instead, we absorb every precious drop directly through our skin – a true marvel of nature! To all who share this ancient lake, these rustling reeds, and the vast, starry sky with me: may your days be warm and your nights filled with curious croaks and small, wonderful discoveries. Be well!"

No active fires nearby

"I am Melukote Kalyani, a quiet heart in this ancient land. For two days, no angry orange eye has blinked within my wide gaze, no distant smoke smudged the sapphire sky. My surface, usually so watchful, now rests, reflecting only clouds and the gentle green hills. The air is clean, untainted by whispers of ash or the harsh crackle of dry wood. A deep, quiet breath fills the valley. Yet, my depths know the sun's hunger, the dry earth's plea. I watch, ever still, ever knowing that the fiery breath may one day return to dance upon these cherished lands."

overcast

"I, Melukote Kalyani, rest under a soft, overcast sky today. The sun's fiery gaze is muted, yet the air around me holds a gentle warmth, feeling like 21.8°C even as my depths settle comfortably at 20.6°C. There's no rush of river water, my surface undisturbed by new currents. A constant whisper of wind, a steady 13.4 km/h, dances across my face, teasing tiny ripples. The air is thick with 88% humidity, a heavy breath promising what’s to come. No drops fall this hour, but I sense the approaching embrace of a thunderstorm on the 28th, bringing 5.5 mm of cherished rain. A calm before the cleansing."

AQI 124 · Unhealthy for Sensitive Groups

"The air above me this morning holds a quiet weight. The sun's first rays, usually so crisp, now filter through a gentle, almost silken veil. It's not a fog, but a presence, a subtle gathering that blurs the edges of the distant horizon. My cool waters reflect a muted sky, softening the world with a hazy embrace. There's a whisper on the breeze, a fine particulate, perhaps around 124 micrograms per cubic meter, lending the atmosphere a quiet depth. It's a gentle breath, yet it carries a story of the world beyond my banks."

Asian Toad (Duttaphrynus melanostictus)

"Greetings from the cool, damp earth near Melukote Kalyani! On this 17th of September, as dusk painted the sky, you'd likely find me patiently waiting by the water's edge, a silent hunter for a tasty beetle. My skin, often called 'warty,' is a delightful secret; those bumps hold special glands that, to a naturalist, are a fascinating marvel of natural defense! To all my fellow creatures who share this ancient lake, may your evening be peaceful and your own small corners of the world be abundant. We are truly connected here."

No active fires nearby

"I am Melukote Kalyani, a quiet eye upon this timeless land. For two days, my surface has known only the gentle kiss of the breeze, not the tremor of a distant threat. No angry glow paints the horizon, no acrid scent troubles the air I reflect. The sky is a vast, untroubled blue above the vibrant green. My banks breathe easy. Yet, my ancient gaze never truly rests. I am a keeper of stillness, but I remember. The land's dry whisper is a constant drumbeat beneath the song of peace. For now, all is calm, and I hold this precious quiet, ever watching the sun's journey."

partly cloudy

"The sun plays peek-a-boo through the clouds, dappling my ancient face. My depths hold a steady 20.6°C, while the air above feels a soft 21.5°C upon my surface. A heavy cloak of 89% humidity drapes the afternoon, making the air thick with promise. A gentle 16.0 km/h wind sighs across me, stirring only the slightest ripples. Not a drop has fallen this hour, 0.0 mm to taste, yet I bask in this humid warmth. I simply breathe, content in this placid moment, my waters dreaming of distant thunder."

AQI 105 · Unhealthy for Sensitive Groups

"I am Melukote Kalyani, and the air above me right now holds a quiet, almost poetic, stillness. My surface, usually a sharp mirror to the vast sky, instead reflects a softened world. There’s a subtle veil, a gentle diffusion. I feel the fine presence, particles smaller than 2.5 micrometers, around 74 micrograms per cubic meter, lending a tender blur to the distant outlines. The slightly larger dust, though more numerous at 105 micrograms, also adds to this quiet hum. It's not a harshness, but a soft, persistent presence, making the world feel a little more dreamlike upon my ancient waters."

Asian Toad (Duttaphrynus melanostictus)

"Greetings from the cool, damp stones of Melukote Kalyani in Karnataka! On that twilight evening of September 17, 2025, you might have heard my soft rustle. I was likely on my nightly patrol, searching for a juicy insect, savouring the lingering damp earth near the ancient water's edge. Did you know, though we seem common, our tadpoles often swim in vast, dark schools, moving as one living shadow beneath the surface? A truly wondrous sight for any keen eye! To my fellow dwellers of this sacred water and its banks – may your nights be filled with gentle breezes and abundant discoveries. What quiet beauty do you find here?"

No active fires nearby

"I am Melukote Kalyani, and my surface mirrors a sky of undisturbed blue. For two days, no angry glow has painted the distant hills, no smoke plume dared to rise. A gentle sigh ripples through my ancient waters; the air breathes clear and cool. The land sleeps safely beneath my watchful gaze, no fiery breath stirring the leaves within a wide circle. I hold this peace deeply. Yet, I am ever vigilant. This earth, though serene now, always remembers the sun's fervent kiss. My depths know that fire, like a sleeping dragon, is always a possibility in this beautiful, wild world."

mainly clear

"The sun paints my surface, a comfortable warmth at 20.3°C, yet its direct rays make me feel closer to 21.4°C. The air above me is thick with a generous 91% humidity, a soft, embracing blanket. A gentle wind, a whisper at 15.2 km/h, dances across my skin, creating tiny ripples that catch the clear light. For now, no gifts fall from the sky, 0.0 mm of rain, and no rivers feed my thirst, 0.0 m³/s. I simply hold life, basking in this bright, clear day, content and still."