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..
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 can you do with a rice grain?You can feed it to the crow,Or even a pigeon if you know.You can take a bite too,If you like it raw.But can you make a god?With rice and sticksAnd no straw.I can!I live somewhere you might not know.I am a MundaAnd I make Gods with reaps of my pain.”Munda are an eth..
“What can you do with a rice grain?You can feed it to the crow,Or even a pigeon if you know.You can take a bite too,If you like it raw.But can you make a god?With rice and sticksAnd no straw.I can!I live somewhere you might not know.I am a MundaAnd I make Gods with reaps of my pain.”Munda are an eth..