The Collective Creative Conciousness Cresendo In Channapatna

With Atul Johri As I sat sipping my wine on a warm sunny day at…

The Sacred Of Indigo

What begins as a soft tune in the heart and reaches a final crescendo of…

Ode To The Lotus

Karimnagar Filigree Jewellery “As you make the moonlight the adornment of your bare body and…

Necklace

The Necklace That Touches More Than The Skin

Living for the day and holding it in my palms, is what I feel today,…

Sandstone Jewellery

Song Of The Sandstone Beautifully Balanced On My Heart

Amidst the crowd of buyers and artisans at The Hundred Hands event that’s held in…

Zardosi Art

The Art Of Zardosi

As I navigated my way through the gully of Lucknow, I knew I was walking…

Evil Eyes That Stare At Me

The Evil Eye is synonymous with the city of Istanbul. Everywhere you go, you are…

Ladybugs Or Ladybirds Aren’t Ladies Afterall

Ladybird beetle is no lady after all. She stinks and stings. It has the reputation…

The Pensive Peacock And The Lusty Rabbit Saga

As my train touched Nizamuddin Railway Station, New Delhi. I knew my trip into nostalgia…

The Magic In My Soul

The Mehfil invitation read, look no further, you will soon be transported to the lantern…

Wood and Word

London is one of my favourite cities in the world. I seem to just blend…

The Wishful Waves On The Stormy Seas

Sea Shells are a reminder that nothing is permanent in the fury of the sea.…

Designs of Undivided Bengal

As she walked into the train compartment. She saw the gaps in between the boogies.…

Yearning’s Of A greedy heart.

Love me like no other will. Behold me like no other will. In my madness…

Blue Was My Reflection

The forbidden Apple is fraught with the bad reputation of defiance. It was the union…

The Warriors Of Nagaland And Their Jewellery

As I once again take familiar steps into the known terrain of the North Eastern…

Cross Stitch Crossed Over

Every time I visit home which still remains Delhi because as the adage goes –…

Amruta Dongray’s Abundance Of Amrud

I was navigating my path ahead with trepidation. I knew all along nothing about this…

Revival Of Leather Crafts From Calcutta

Passing by the closed leather tannery in Calcutta, my heart sinks for the closed factories…

Love For Lac

As you travel into Rajasthan you find women wearing the traditional lac bangles. These bangles…

Muffled Cries From The Memories Of My Maangpatta

The Rajasthan Fort Festival held in Meherangarh Fort every winter is a treat for music…

Ornate Combs And More….

My late grandmother who I lovingly called Dida, had thick long hair even at the…

Vanity inside my Little Clutch

My little clutch like the must Have in a woman ’s wardrobe the LBD the…

Gender

From The Broken Mirror Of Hope

What is your identity? What is your eyesight, is it male or female? What is…

Kumari That Was Not Killed

As the winter sets in on the fading sunlight against the Ganges Ghats. West Bengal…

Acid On My Face But Not My Spirit

Unresolved issues are the most gnawing space in our heads and hearts forever. When I…

Faith Knows No Gender

The world is moving forward in tech, healthcare and an increasing sense of entitlement among…

Love is an emotion and tears are salt. Salt & emotion is not he or she.

I always dreamt of open fields, open skies and open minds. Minds that are not…