The Lost Rainbow On The Horizon

It was the rain-drenched hills ahead that soaked my soul in the quest of me. The mountains were not visible any longer as the rain poured unhindered against the damp moss-covered hills.…

Indira Gandhi Collection

Women world over struggle to wear the lipstick and not let the mascara run. The recognition of women being multitasking human beings is known in every society. Yet the power rules continue…

Ode To The Lotus

Karimnagar Filigree Jewellery “As you make the moonlight the adornment of your bare body and rise from the depths of the water beneath the earth, with all the force of your celestial…

The Slay Queen Ma Durga

It is again that time of the year. When the sun sets with a special hue reminding us of Durga Puja, visible to the discerning Bengali eye of nostalgia. The air in…



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I began writing and felt insecure. I once texted midnight telling him, ''RR I feel insecure, I have written some unhindered pieces and fear social isolation.'' He always texted me back and he said “You just forgot who you are, welcome back “ ⁣⁣ Read more from the link in Bio
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What begins as a soft tune in the heart and reaches a final crescendo of tunes, notes, and the symphony is what some creations are all about. The indigo-collection from Sunaina Sood is a tribute to the very wisdom and spirituality of the colour with connotations of it in our inner being.  I walked into Ducan, Prasad Bidapa’s store in Bangalore and among all the things calling out devilishly to me was the long Indigo dress,  it was styled with a silk scarf that had silver and red tassels. I was sure that  I wouldn’t go wrong with this gown.
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A Promise⁣