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..
A grand procession is on its way from the palace. There are soldiers on horses, ministers riding on camels and the king and queen are sitting high atop a beautifully decorated elephant. There are dancers and musicians also going along, a group of women carrying flowers; all surrounded..
A grand procession is on its way from the palace. There are soldiers on horses, ministers riding on camels and the king and queen are sitting high atop a beautifully decorated elephant. There are dancers and musicians also going along, a group of women carrying flowers; all surrounded..
Ever been to a music concert? …. Well the one that plays in the houses of Bhujodi is a wee bit different, not just in what you hear but also in the instruments that play. The musicians of Bhujodi play on … from morning to dusk, meditatively. Their orchestra constitutes of ..
Ever been to a music concert? …. Well the one that plays in the houses of Bhujodi is a wee bit different, not just in what you hear but also in the instruments that play. The musicians of Bhujodi play on … from morning to dusk, meditatively. Their orchestra constitutes of ..
“If you can’t go to the temple, the temple will come to you.”
Much before cinema and animations, storytelling was in such forms that would bring
the storyteller and listener together in their mesmerising worlds of mythical heroes
and gods. The Kaavad was one such method of storytelling, whi..
“The story goes as back as the times in history when my father would walk me to the river side, where lengths of colorful patterns waved up and down, with the gushing flow of Sabarmati. Things changed however, open banks were replaced by concrete blocks, flowing river by inert marshes, pr..
A few kilometers from Ujjain, on the banks of river Kshipra, is the small town of Bhairavgarh. Known for the temple of Kaal Bhairav, the fearful manifestation of Shiva, also for tantriks who perform occult rituals in cremation grounds and the fables of king Vikramaditya and vampire spirit Betaal, th..
A few kilometers from Ujjain, on the banks of river Kshipra, is the small town of Bhairavgarh. Known for the temple of Kaal Bhairav, the fearful manifestation of Shiva, also for tantriks who perform occult rituals in cremation grounds and the fables of king Vikramaditya and vampire spirit Betaal, th..
A few kilometers from Ujjain, on the banks of river Kshipra, is the small town of Bhairavgarh. Known for the temple of Kaal Bhairav, the fearful manifestation of Shiva, also for tantriks who perform occult rituals in cremation grounds and the fables of king Vikramaditya and vampire spirit Betaal, th..
“The story goes as back as the times in history when my father would walk me to the river side, where lengths of colorful patterns waved up and down, with the gushing flow of Sabarmati. Things changed however, open banks were replaced by concrete blocks, flowing river by inert marshes, pr..
“The story goes as back as the times in history when my father would walk me to the river side, where lengths of colorful patterns waved up and down, with the gushing flow of Sabarmati. Things changed however, open banks were replaced by concrete blocks, flowing river by inert marshes, pr..
A few kilometers from Ujjain, on the banks of river Kshipra, is the small town of Bhairavgarh. Known for the temple of Kaal Bhairav, the fearful manifestation of Shiva, also for tantriks who perform occult rituals in cremation grounds and the fables of king Vikramaditya and vampire spirit Betaal, th..
Myriad are the terrains of this surface... patterned across the span by its local, to tell tales of their patch.... Do they weave flora on it, or dig ..
Myriad are the terrains of this surface... patterned across the span by its local, to tell tales of their patch.... Do they weave flora on it, or dig ..
Myriad are the terrains of this surface... patterned across the span by its local, to tell tales of their patch.... Do they weave flora on it, or dig ..
Myriad are the terrains of this surface... patterned across the span by its local, to tell tales of their patch.... Do they weave flora on it, or dig ..
Myriad are the terrains of this surface... patterned across the span by its local, to tell tales of their patch.... Do they weave flora on it, or dig ..
Myriad are the terrains of this surface... patterned across the span by its local, to tell tales of their patch.... Do they weave flora on it, or dig ..
Myriad are the terrains of this surface... patterned across the span by its local, to tell tales of their patch.... Do they weave flora on it, or dig ..
Myriad are the terrains of this surface... patterned across the span by its local, to tell tales of their patch.... Do they weave flora on it, or dig ..
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..
Molela is a small, non descript village in the Rajsamand district of Rajasthan, situated on the banks of the river Banas. Normally, it could pass off ..
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, ..
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..
A bullock cart (Gadi) wheels through a village trail, carrying all the basic household commodities that a ‘Gadia Lohar’ (nomadic blacksmith) may need ..
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..