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Happy Birthday, Frida Kahlo

You Live In The Soul Of Every Woman. Dear Diego, As I celebrate my birthday today, I acknowledge the consciousness of your presence in my life. The innate vision that was able…

Masks & Metaphors in the Time of Mass Epidemics

I am bombarded with videos of clumsy husbands in kitchens, songs of grit and prayers to the universe. The one forward of a video for the campaign #MaskForAll, for this COVID-19 Pandemic, has…

My Meraki Moment

A quick update this time rather than a blog post! I did the script and voiceover for a video as part of a campaign for the brilliant clothing brand The Meraki World.…

Morning Sun Glow On My Window Sill At Java Rain

As I drove out of the city,  a weary traveller, away from the restrictive spaces of concrete, monstrous buildings and the material possessions that have begun owning me more than me owning…

The Desire to Design by Varastraa

Beyond the unspoken and spoken words lie thoughts. Those thoughts are also dreams that sometimes urge us to translate that fluidity into a form also called reality. When we realize those inner…

Mustard Seeds And Mustard Seams

It was on this rushed evening on a bright yellow sunny day that I stumbled upon Shilpi Yadhav’s Kharakapas brand of clothing. I followed the brand online & thought this will surely…

Benarasi saree

A Trip Called Benares

We start our mornings in a rush, often thinking about the little worries sitting on our shoulders, which is the very core of our existence. We cease to acknowledge the transient nature…

The Sacred Shade Of Indigo

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…

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…

Vermilion All Blue In The Twilight Hour

She gently nudged him, as she whispered into his ears, letting her warm breath engulf him. He shuddered as he turned around to catch her black kohl eyes and smudged sindoor on…

Sexy In Sequins

It was a hot summer noon in Delhi and we decided to meet over coffee. As I walked into the crowded snaky lane of Shahpur Jat, I recalled the little unknown spot…

Dotty About The Dot Design

It’s the summer noon and the mood is frisky. I look out into the bright sun. The summer wardrobe special is always the whites, pastels and the one polka dot dress. It…

The New Snob In The Block Called Khadi

When a bright brick red bustier hangs from the mighty colossal hangers of vanity, you are confused what to feed the ever growing, demanding devil. Amidst all that predicament, shouts out a…

A Contemporary Batik Art On My Traditional Saree

As I draped the grey, charcoal saree over my body, I felt the mixed sensuous fabric of soft linen, cotton and the sheen of silk drape over me like a poem. This…

The Defiant Devi

As I walk out into the burning scorching sun of the summer Calcutta home, I leave my trail of the sari palla falling and failing behind me. I failed as a woman…

Rare In Rareism

It was a WhatsApp message from my friend Akshika and a missed call. After long I was excited, smiling and curious. I was returning from London after meeting my son and one…

Saris Folded With An Unheard Prayer

As I entered the dark dank space of my grandmother’s room, I opened the creaking window meshed and unmeshed with cobwebs shining in the soft supple sun rays. Those cobwebs seemed to…

The Sensual Sheen Of Velvet

It was one of those days when I recalled the lost nostalgia of Delhi’s Chandni Chowk lane at that twilight hour. The regal remnants of the Jama Masjid juxtaposed against the large…

A Classic Called The Angarakha

When you feel vulnerable and think that you may lose your soul to this crazy thing called life. You protect yourself by listening to music that heals, or you indulge yourself till…

Desires Cut Into The Fabric Of Love

My love for good things began very early on. To the utter horror of my middle-class parents, they were worried I wouldn’t ever settle for the mediocre. A factory outfit never made…

Frida Kahlo And Her Refusal To Accept The Rules

”I hope the leaving is joyful; and I hope to never return”  Frida Kahlo was an iconic artist from Mexico who painted portraits, of pain and passion. Women all over will remember her…

The Opulence of Sangeeta Boochra’s Creations

Invaders since history have plundered and destroyed in a macho desire to establish their identity. And while establishing identity of their separate culture they also have left footprints of their rich art…

Unstructured Structure With Khushnuma

Yet, again and again, I am drawn into the colours that just beckons me. It’s a rack full of clothes and I find myself feeling the fabric and staring at this particular…

Thrifty Yet Beautifully Artsy-The Kantha Art

The Kantha is the passing of emotion and art, combining the love, fear, and hope of the homes in rural West Bengal. It is a distinct style of the Bengali embroidery of…

Song Of Sanganer

Traveling to Jaipur with school friends for my birthday was a trip reminiscing the days of no money. Fights over some grace marks to make it through some exam, somewhere deep conversations…

Flowers On My Frock

Winter breaks meant going from the chilly nip of the frosting window sills of Shillong to warmer Calcutta winters. Ma loved her uncle’s home in Phulia, West Bengal. The hub of the…

Saree Soirée, Singing Butterflies And Flying Squirrels

It’s sacred to watch the morning dew on the flowers, the quivering leaves and the wet-grass under your feet. You sit silently and watch the little birds flitting from one branch to…

Desires and Dreams We Fold Into Our Benarasi

Have you ever caught the sunlight on rumpled up silk? When you carelessly keep a saree unfolded and silently watch its splendour. Your gaze learns that the saree that has a story,…

Vermillion on my parting and on my saree border

The festive celebrations among Bengalis are complete with the alpona popularly known as Rangoli. Our homes are decorated with the fine designs made out of rice powder paste and water. The traditional…

Sozni story on my saree

Kashmir is considered paradise on earth. It’s illuminating soft sun rays peeping from behind the hills is a reminder that in spite of the troubled state Kashmir has been in the map…

The Twist of the Humble Towel or the Gamcha

Growing up years, when my friends visited my home and in the backyard, my mother’s red check gamcha would billow in the Delhi summer dry winds to dry. I was ashamed of that…

Rummaging For The Right Resortwear

Choosing a look that’s not casual yet chic is the perennial paradox that one faces when you have an invite that says “dress code casual chic”. I rummage through my overstacked cupboard…

Drape Saree Dress

Older I grow and it’s a bigger pull to return to your roots seem the most secure spot after all the storms we endure. I had returned to be a Bengali with…

Kick the pleats of the sensuous Saree!!

The kaleidoscope of my mind has past images of my mother, grandmother, aunts and cousins who wore their sarees with elan. Durga Puja was a treat to watch the array of different…