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..
Dancing on a toe it could either be a crane or this mad man... both in hindsight whiling away time in wait. They smell fresh scents of a new beginning blowing in the air.... Cold is Old!
Gurgling rivers marching down the mountain slopes sound of life sprouting.... there is a reason to danc..
Dancing on a toe it could either be a crane or this mad man... both in hindsight whiling away time in wait. They smell fresh scents of a new beginning blowing in the air.... Cold is Old!
Gurgling rivers marching down the mountain slopes sound of life sprouting.... there is a reason to danc..
Dancing on a toe it could either be a crane or this mad man... both in hindsight whiling away time in wait. They smell fresh scents of a new beginning blowing in the air.... Cold is Old!
Gurgling rivers marching down the mountain slopes sound of life sprouting.... there is a reason to danc..
Dancing on a toe it could either be a crane or this mad man... both in hindsight whiling away time in wait. They smell fresh scents of a new beginning blowing in the air.... Cold is Old!
Gurgling rivers marching down the mountain slopes sound of life sprouting.... there is a reason to danc..
Dancing on a toe it could either be a crane or this mad man... both in hindsight whiling away time in wait. They smell fresh scents of a new beginning blowing in the air.... Cold is Old!
Gurgling rivers marching down the mountain slopes sound of life sprouting.... there is a reason to danc..
Dancing on a toe it could either be a crane or this mad man... both in hindsight whiling away time in wait. They smell fresh scents of a new beginning blowing in the air.... Cold is Old!
Gurgling rivers marching down the mountain slopes sound of life sprouting.... there is a reason to danc..
Dancing on a toe it could either be a crane or this mad man... both in hindsight whiling away time in wait. They smell fresh scents of a new beginning blowing in the air.... Cold is Old!
Gurgling rivers marching down the mountain slopes sound of life sprouting.... there is a reason to danc..
And the story begins in the womb of a snow clad valley…. where winters are severe, and making of wool cloth a practice from time immemorial... Reposed within, women of the household keep spinning Pashm into fine yarn.... fingers tending to the susceptibility of its gossamer fineness... it is a true ..
From the plateaus of Madhya Pradesh, to the arid Thar Desert of Rajastha, to those of salt along the coastal lines of Arabian sea in Kutchh... she pulled a fistful of inspiration from where ever her clan moved, to embellish her ‘Odhni’ and ‘Ghagra’ with it. Champa, Dhola maru, Jalam Buta, Mirchi and..
From the plateaus of Madhya Pradesh, to the arid Thar Desert of Rajastha, to those of salt along the coastal lines of Arabian sea in Kutchh... she pulled a fistful of inspiration from where ever her clan moved, to embellish her ‘Odhni’ and ‘Ghagra’ with it. Champa, Dhola maru, Jalam Buta, Mirchi and..
From the plateaus of Madhya Pradesh, to the arid Thar Desert of Rajastha, to those of salt along the coastal lines of Arabian sea in Kutchh... she pulled a fistful of inspiration from where ever her clan moved, to embellish her ‘Odhni’ and ‘Ghagra’ with it. Champa, Dhola maru, Jalam Buta, Mirchi and..
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..
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..
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..
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..
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..
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..
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..
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..
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..
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 ..
Legend tells us that, centuries ago, in the stark landscape of Saurashtra, a shepherd man married a woman from the weaver community amidst great oppos..
Some wandering rays of an aimless light, Carelessly slipped into my loom the previous night… Their whimsical sparks got woven away, Within the mortal ..
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..
One of the finest Indian hand woven textiles is traditional Kota Doria, this almost weightless textile is very popular for its gossamer feel, sheernes..