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 the women are busy tying knots in fabric, their whispered secrets quietly sneak into these tied bundles. They remain unnoticed but intact till the ..
The name "croche" comes from the French word "crochet", meaning small hook. In India it is right to say that with the arrival of the first batch of Nu..
The name "croche" comes from the French word "crochet", meaning small hook. In India it is right to say that with the arrival of the first batch of Nu..
The name "croche" comes from the French word "crochet", meaning small hook. In India it is right to say that with the arrival of the first batch of Nu..
The name "croche" comes from the French word "crochet", meaning small hook. In India it is right to say that with the arrival of the first batch of Nu..
The name "croche" comes from the French word "crochet", meaning small hook. In India it is right to say that with the arrival of the first batch of Nu..
The name "croche" comes from the French word "crochet", meaning small hook. In India it is right to say that with the arrival of the first batch of Nu..
The name "croche" comes from the French word "crochet", meaning small hook. In India it is right to say that with the arrival of the first batch of Nu..
The name "croche" comes from the French word "crochet", meaning small hook. In India it is right to say that with the arrival of the first batch of Nu..
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..
“Older than history, older than tradition, older even than legend—and looks twice as old as all of them put together."- Mark Twain on The city of Vara..
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..
In the dark of the night, loud beats of the drum and cries of the war horn fill the sweltering air, while glowing kings and demons fight across the fl..
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..