kusuti is an embroidery art-form from karnataka, After a day's hard domestic work, women devote themselves to Kasooti work. It is the tradition to have a couple of embroidered saris among the bridal trousseau. The pallu is very elaborately embroidered. Motifs include geometrical designs, the G..
FRAGILE STRINGS, EVERLASTING BONDS
On the full moon of the month of “Shraavan”, a burst of colour makes an appearance on boys and men alike, with mul..
FRAGILE STRINGS, EVERLASTING BONDS
On the full moon of the month of “Shraavan”, a burst of colour makes an appearance on boys and men alike, with mul..
FRAGILE STRINGS, EVERLASTING BONDS
On the full moon of the month of “Shraavan”, a burst of colour makes an appearance on boys and men alike, with mul..
FRAGILE STRINGS, EVERLASTING BONDS
On the full moon of the month of “Shraavan”, a burst of colour makes an appearance on boys and men alike, with mul..
FRAGILE STRINGS, EVERLASTING BONDS
On the full moon of the month of “Shraavan”, a burst of colour makes an appearance on boys and men alike, with mul..
FRAGILE STRINGS, EVERLASTING BONDS
On the full moon of the month of “Shraavan”, a burst of colour makes an appearance on boys and men alike, with mul..
FRAGILE STRINGS, EVERLASTING BONDS
On the full moon of the month of “Shraavan”, a burst of colour makes an appearance on boys and men alike, with mul..
FRAGILE STRINGS, EVERLASTING BONDS
On the full moon of the month of “Shraavan”, a burst of colour makes an appearance on boys and men alike, with mul..
A familiar chatter swells in the air as feet chase the trail of a carelessly flying odhani in the by-lanes of Bhuj, spilling colors all over. While&nb..
A familiar chatter swells in the air as feet chase the trail of a carelessly flying odhani in the by-lanes of Bhuj, spilling colors all over. While&nb..
A familiar chatter swells in the air as feet chase the trail of a carelessly flying odhani in the by-lanes of Bhuj, spilling colors all over. While&nb..
Spring tickles my feet as love soaks this air,Is it a new reason to live, or just this excuse of the fair.I can wait to look my best, as I embrace the..
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 breat..
Some wandering rays of an aimless light, Carelessly slipped into my loom the previous night… Their whimsical sparks got woven away, Within the mortal ..
Long time ago, there was a king of Sindh, who like any other king, was fond of royal luxuries and used to sleep on a new bedspread everyday. One day, ..
The East India Company imported raw cotton from India while they dumped the local Indian market with inferior machine-made cloth. This led to a great ..
Spring tickles my feet as love soaks this air,Is it a new reason to live, or just this excuse of the fair.I can wait to look my best, as I embrace the..