it is very difficult to find an art without nature, cause nature is everywhere. Mother nature has inspired us in every way from the beginning especially in art. Viewing its beauty lifts our spirit and ignites up our creativity. Kalam-Kari is result of illumination of creativity and emotion of those ..
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, ..
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, ..
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, ..
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, ..
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, ..
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, ..
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, ..
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, ..
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..
What day or date it is cannot be said with certainty because every day on the streets of this village, in its by-lanes and fields, at the porch of eac..
Sunset at the great Narmada, the stepped ghat dotted with small temples, flickering diyas floating downstream in prayer, the river glowing a flaming g..
Khajuraho, the treasure trove of ancient temples, soaked in the beauty of the ideal human form, moments carved in stone and made immortal… This ancien..
Some wandering rays of an aimless light,Carelessly slipped into my loom the previous night…Their whimsical sparks got woven away,Within the mortal str..
“Older than history, older than tradition, older even than legend—and looks twice as old as all of them put together."- Mark Twain on The city of Vara..
Red… the colour of blood, of life, vitality… red, the colour of the Mother Goddess, the embodiment of power, the nurturer and destroyer… the protector..