KAISORI

Some wandering rays of an aimless light,Carelessly slipped into my loom the previous night…Their whimsical sparks got woven away,Within the mortal strands too busy at play…My warp was so adulterated with this vagabond burst of lightThat it regularly assumed a halo that blinded sight…When the trance ..

Some wandering rays of an aimless light,Carelessly slipped into my loom the previous night…Their whimsical sparks got woven away,Within the mortal strands too busy at play…My warp was so adulterated with this vagabond burst of lightThat it regularly assumed a halo that blinded sight…When the trance ..

Some wandering rays of an aimless light,Carelessly slipped into my loom the previous night…Their whimsical sparks got woven away,Within the mortal strands too busy at play…My warp was so adulterated with this vagabond burst of lightThat it regularly assumed a halo that blinded sight…When the trance ..

Some wandering rays of an aimless light,Carelessly slipped into my loom the previous night…Their whimsical sparks got woven away,Within the mortal strands too busy at play…My warp was so adulterated with this vagabond burst of lightThat it regularly assumed a halo that blinded sight…When the trance ..

Some wandering rays of an aimless light,Carelessly slipped into my loom the previous night…Their whimsical sparks got woven away,Within the mortal strands too busy at play…My warp was so adulterated with this vagabond burst of lightThat it regularly assumed a halo that blinded sight…When the trance ..

There is something excruciatingly beautiful about a little town in the heart of Rajasthan, specked with colour all the time. With the sun’s heat breathing down on them strongly, bobbed in bright colorful pagdis, the printers walk through the sleepy village located on the edge of a broad riverbank. S..

Sunset at the great Narmada, the stepped ghat dotted with small temples, flickering diyas floating downstream in prayer, the river glowing a flaming golden… Behind the ghat stands tall, the fort of Ahilyabai, who was the queen of Malwa in the 18th century. A devout worshipper of lord Shiva..

Sunset at the great Narmada, the stepped ghat dotted with small temples, flickering diyas floating downstream in prayer, the river glowing a flaming golden… Behind the ghat stands tall, the fort of Ahilyabai, who was the queen of Malwa in the 18th century. A devout worshipper of lord Shiva..

Some wandering rays of an aimless light,Carelessly slipped into my loom the previous night…Their whimsical sparks got woven away,Within the mortal strands too busy at play…My warp was so adulterated with this vagabond burst of lightThat it regularly assumed a halo that blinded sight…When the trance ..

Sunset at the great Narmada, the stepped ghat dotted with small temples, flickering diyas floating downstream in prayer, the river glowing a flaming golden… Behind the ghat stands tall, the fort of Ahilyabai, who was the queen of Malwa in the 18th century. A devout worshipper of lord Shiva..

Some wandering rays of an aimless light,Carelessly slipped into my loom the previous night…Their whimsical sparks got woven away,Within the mortal strands too busy at play…My warp was so adulterated with this vagabond burst of lightThat it regularly assumed a halo that blinded sight…When the trance ..

Some wandering rays of an aimless light,Carelessly slipped into my loom the previous night…Their whimsical sparks got woven away,Within the mortal strands too busy at play…My warp was so adulterated with this vagabond burst of lightThat it regularly assumed a halo that blinded sight…When the trance ..