Gaatha

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 ..

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 ..

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 ..

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 ..

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 ..

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 ..

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 ..

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..