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Bright colourful clothes, beautiful large eyes, nimble limbs dancing in front of an enthralled audience… this is not a dancer performing, but the puppet moving with the deft fingers of the puppeteer. Kathputli is an ancient and one of the most popular performing arts of Rajasthan, a state ..

It’s as if the fully matured leaves of the Chinar tree are in perfect synchrony with nature’s music of the fall; as they gracefully part from their mother twigs and ballet their way down to merge into the ocean of golden-red autumn-struck leaf kind. Through centuries spell bound ..

It’s as if the fully matured leaves of the Chinar tree are in perfect synchrony with nature’s music of the fall; as they gracefully part from their mother twigs and ballet their way down to merge into the ocean of golden-red autumn-struck leaf kind. Through centuries spell bound ..

It’s as if the fully matured leaves of the Chinar tree are in perfect synchrony with nature’s music of the fall; as they gracefully part from their mother twigs and ballet their way down to merge into the ocean of golden-red autumn-struck leaf kind. Through centuries spell bound ..

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, when his servant was about to change the bed sheet, the king stopped him, saying “Aaj Rakh” (keep it today); he had liked it so much. It was a beautif..

It’s as if the fully matured leaves of the Chinar tree are in perfect synchrony with nature’s music of the fall; as they gracefully part from their mother twigs and ballet their way down to merge into the ocean of golden-red autumn-struck leaf kind. Through centuries spell bound ..

According to a myth of a tribe in north-eastern India, all human beings descend on earth with the help of ladders. The material of these ladders varied from person to person. Some descended via gold ladders, while others stepped down through silver ones and then there were the ones who were given Ba..

An adolescent girl is sitting on the porch of a neatly arranged hut, fiddling with glass beads and threads, making earnest effort to bring out a pattern to suffice the ritual. She has a little understanding about the outside world and has never stepped outside her village. Her friends in the communi..

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 of the weak. In a great battle between Shiva and the asura (demon), Raktabija, every drop of the asura’s blood that fell to the earth,..