Gaatha

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..

Misty daybreak and the first calls of the rooster in a scenic village have the men going to the river for ablutions, preparing themselves for a day filled with enchanting images of colourful deities, materialising from fine brushes and bright stone paints. Raghurajpur, a small village on ..

Over a century ago, when the world was bereft of any mechanical looms, the fabrics could only be made manually through traditional looms. Then, the fabrics were considered as a luxury and a person who could own a couple of such dresses was thought to be well off. In those days, even worn out clothes..

Over a century ago, when the world was bereft of any mechanical looms, the fabrics could only be made manually through traditional looms. Then, the fabrics were considered as a luxury and a person who could own a couple of such dresses was thought to be well off. In those days, even worn out clothes..

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..

The crimson sun sets over the sleepy town, bowing in a reddish orange hue over the magnificent fortress bringing every stone of its existence alive. The Banas River becomes still and the water reflects the unending wrath of calmness in the sky and the whole forest comes to a halt as the go..

The crimson sun sets over the sleepy town, bowing in a reddish orange hue over the magnificent fortress bringing every stone of its existence alive. The Banas River becomes still and the water reflects the unending wrath of calmness in the sky and the whole forest comes to a halt as the go..

“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..