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..
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,..
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,..
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,..
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 ..
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,..
When Indra, the lord of rains, showed his wrath on the people of Vrindavan, with violent rains and thunder, lord Krishna lifted the Govardhan Mountain like an umbrella and saved the inhabitants – the cows and cowherds, from Indra’s fury. Indra was humbled and the people started worshi..
When Indra, the lord of rains, showed his wrath on the people of Vrindavan, with violent rains and thunder, lord Krishna lifted the Govardhan Mountain like an umbrella and saved the inhabitants – the cows and cowherds, from Indra’s fury. Indra was humbled and the people started worshi..
When Indra, the lord of rains, showed his wrath on the people of Vrindavan, with violent rains and thunder, lord Krishna lifted the Govardhan Mountain like an umbrella and saved the inhabitants – the cows and cowherds, from Indra’s fury. Indra was humbled and the people started worshi..
When Indra, the lord of rains, showed his wrath on the people of Vrindavan, with violent rains and thunder, lord Krishna lifted the Govardhan Mountain like an umbrella and saved the inhabitants – the cows and cowherds, from Indra’s fury. Indra was humbled and the people started worshi..
When Indra, the lord of rains, showed his wrath on the people of Vrindavan, with violent rains and thunder, lord Krishna lifted the Govardhan Mountain like an umbrella and saved the inhabitants – the cows and cowherds, from Indra’s fury. Indra was humbled and the people started worshi..
When Indra, the lord of rains, showed his wrath on the people of Vrindavan, with violent rains and thunder, lord Krishna lifted the Govardhan Mountain like an umbrella and saved the inhabitants – the cows and cowherds, from Indra’s fury. Indra was humbled and the people started worshi..
When Indra, the lord of rains, showed his wrath on the people of Vrindavan, with violent rains and thunder, lord Krishna lifted the Govardhan Mountain like an umbrella and saved the inhabitants – the cows and cowherds, from Indra’s fury. Indra was humbled and the people started worshi..
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 ..
Man, an eternal traveler has traversed landscapes... on foot, on his rides, on flights in search of better lands, wealth and at times merely for wande..
On a winter afternoon in the Himalayas, whether it is the foothills of Uttarakhand or the sublime vallies in the mighty ranges of Ladakh or Nepal, a t..
On a winter afternoon in the Himalayas, whether it is the foothills of Uttarakhand or the sublime vallies in the mighty ranges of Ladakh or Nepal, a t..
On a winter afternoon in the Himalayas, whether it is the foothills of Uttarakhand or the sublime vallies in the mighty ranges of Ladakh or Nepal, a t..
On a winter afternoon in the Himalayas, whether it is the foothills of Uttarakhand or the sublime vallies in the mighty ranges of Ladakh or Nepal, a t..
On a winter afternoon in the Himalayas, whether it is the foothills of Uttarakhand or the sublime vallies in the mighty ranges of Ladakh or Nepal, a t..
On a winter afternoon in the Himalayas, whether it is the foothills of Uttarakhand or the sublime vallies in the mighty ranges of Ladakh or Nepal, a t..
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..
Gamcha is a simple, mostly soft piece of cotton fabric, size of a towel, with multiple usage. From bathing towel to a bandanna protecting you from sun..
Mask, a noun suggesting something put on to change or hide identity, to get out of ones or into another character... may or may not be worn.... Wearab..
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..
As claimed by a local legend, a ‘Raffoogar’(darner) named Alibaba lived in the valley of Kashmir. He was proficient in his job of stitching and mendin..
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..