Celebrating 10 Years Of Trust...

बाँसुरी ⠇Bamboo flute ~ 2

A melodious saga etched in time will spellbind you to the core...close your eyes & embark on a time travel therapy to lush green lands of bamboo...carved in imaginative patterns with every sound...where Krishna keeps you in his choral pleasantries... Mesmerized! leaving his flute... surround yourself with the musical aura of these bamboo flutes & get mingled in their enchanting melody...

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Product Code: 2710-BS-02

Made/ Mkt. By: Gaatha

Box- L.W.H | Wgt:44 x 2 x 7cm | 50g

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"Every year vines grow taller & fatter...they cling to every support on their way, suck nutrition from moist soil, sky & sunlight...And Flower! Plentitudously masculine, for the pain of bearing fruits is great...& it's not everyone's cup of tea.The towering vinelike egos are clipped at the nipThen they shoot sideways and are born females heavy hippedIt's time for spring gala....Heart-whole this bug goes around singing love notes oooo la la....Men are no priests but they shrive and women shiverThe petals close and their heavy bottoms quiverFlower becomes a fruit and grows biggerFirst green then they begin to color


Yellow, orange, brown, spotted... some wild, some soberFellow beings are invited to sing and dance togetherThey make merry and pluck our childrenLeaving the umbilical chord bleeding for everThe gala is no less than an illusionIt's a spring in odd time and without any reasonThey often miss the center of this musical ringingFor their deaf ears can only hear their own singingCalliopean! Calliopean! Calliopean!Let them go... if weather stays clement we shall be again offspringing... "Gourd fairy turned to the classroom of wide eyed gourd children as she finished telling them the story of Gourd Gala....While the entire farm looked amused hearing the bright prospectus of their future... Tara... sitting quietly in a corner did not look very pleased... Her head was shrooming with questions.... "What if I don't want to attend this party and want to know instead... what happens to everything outside of the Gourd city..."Pale she looked.... a frail child.... barely fed and questions she was raising were too heavy for her own bearing..."Sparkling windows of magic twinkle in time.... if you manage to peep through once as they shine.... you are freed for ever.... from the cycles of hard and soft, day and night, good and bad... and you shine for ever in eternity... A shining star you become.... Tara!"


"How do I peep in then?"The fairy with a vulpine smile turned away...."O child... O child... O sweet child o'mineYou have to LIGHT UP! and shed your carry onThe mud of old, the air of newAnd the tiny viny tendrils you cling toCarry only the essence of youAnd see how fast you moveInnocent flowers like you have leapt miles on the golden map of boundariesRendering the lines dull every-time they crossed theseOnly essence! Only essence! Only essence!

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The Gourds traveled the Americans, the Europeans and now the IndiansMixing leads to a delightful varietyPumpkins, bottle... bitter gourds and the exotic ZucchiniFor what is in micro is in the macroTake these and SHIVOO on the flying shoe... "


To quench her curiosity she left the Gourd city... Her stop over was the fellow being's workshop.... where she saw her fat bubbly kins stacked over the shed and some in works... Highly manipulated... some beautified, some filled with fire, some purely functional and some objects of desire.... She heard him say "These are new and it takes me a while to fathom their unique hue. They often carry the essence of what it is that they would like to become and so I work to shape them.... but being an aginner, I prefer the alternate plan.... It gives my designs an edge over the other and helps me sell better"....


Ornately punctured, stunningly truncated, denotively etched with forms and symbols.... they all stood for something.... something of his own... and he protected them as his belongings...


He toiled, sweated, burnt himself before he burnt a mark on them. After nine months of waiting... two months of drying, washing, skinning and shining .... then working on them with his drills and knives.... Tools of a smith!.... etching on them his marks.... he calls them his own..... Some he hangs from the ceiling of his room... And at night... they appear... the sparkling windows of magic.... all at once.... in all forms....


The workshop becomes a luciferous galaxy of stars....And some were just kept intact and left to dry.... the seeds inside, he said... rattle and put his children to sleep...She flies higher as she ponders over her recent discoveries.... "Though happy to see her kins meeting their desired destiny .... neither the Gourd Gala nor the fellow being's workshop.... but to make a new family, I want to fly to another country.... "


Free from the lines of good and bad... As she LIT UP! and shed her carry-ons... The fairy's voice echoed in the canyon...."ELATE!!!.... Pufff your orange selves up.... Your Gourd Gowns in the fresh air.... It's spring without spring.... Again!... Spring of the internal blooms.... And I'll freeze you.... Right There!.... in the moment of your happiest selves.... Capture in eternity.... your best elation.... for it's only happiness that should echo.... only spring that I want to see...." To know more examples of Uncommon Sense visit us on:https://www.instagram.com/gaatha.handicraftsTell us what you think!~Information by : Shivani Parmar, Ibtisam Zareen, Hartagna Pandya, Disha Agarwal, Deepika Verma

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