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Tag: Fashion Jewellery

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 Bangalore, one is flooded with Indian art at its best. In all of that, you can’t miss…

Evil Eyes That Stare At Me

The Evil Eye is synonymous with the city of Istanbul. Everywhere you go, you are surrounded with the evil eye staring at you. The Turkish believe it as the good “djinn” that…

Ladybugs Or Ladybirds Aren’t Ladies Afterall

Ladybird beetle is no lady after all. She stinks and stings. It has the reputation of being a harlot or a mistress in old English parlance. The ladybug beetle consumes insects. And…

Wood and Word

London is one of my favourite cities in the world. I seem to just blend in with the cosmopolitan vibe of that city. The English weather and the tea sessions with scones…

The Wishful Waves On The Stormy Seas

Sea Shells are a reminder that nothing is permanent in the fury of the sea. The sea engulfs everything in its tornado. I sat on the sea shore and watched with delight…

Blue Was My Reflection

The forbidden Apple is fraught with the bad reputation of defiance. It was the union of Adam and Eve. It turned the Gods and the world upside down. Biblical stories are galore…

The Warriors Of Nagaland And Their Jewellery

As I once again take familiar steps into the known terrain of the North Eastern hills of India, I realise having grown up among the Khasi and Jaintia hill folk. It has…

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…

Cross Stitch Crossed Over

Every time I visit home which still remains Delhi because as the adage goes – once a Delhi girl always one. I never miss visiting Bahri Sons, my favourite book shop at…

Amruta Dongray’s Abundance Of Amrud

I was navigating my path ahead with trepidation. I knew all along nothing about this relationship was okay. It was a narcissistic, mind-numbing experience. It always a game of who won that…

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…

Pug Marks on The Moist Kumaon Hills

The Himalayan Writing Retreat is nestled between mist smeared mountains and the elusive Himalayas. Mountains covered in snow with the sunlight streaming through the magnanimity of the forces of nature. I found…

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…

The Solitude Of Slut Shaming

She could feel the first blood trickle down her legs. She was 11 years old and not even coherent enough to acknowledge that the fertility Goddess had bestowed her with the gift…

No Chains Can Chain Me No Cage Can Capture Me

I just switched off the pause button inside my head. The unbridled thoughts of years came gushing out like river that been halted midway in its mad flow. The big wall that stopped the…

Muffled Cries From The Memories Of My Maangpatta

The Rajasthan Fort Festival held in Meherangarh Fort every winter is a treat for music enthusiasts. There is a line up of Sufi singers from all over the globe. You are transported…