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We worship elements, objects, and people, calling them supernatural Yet all we are truly bowing to is life itself, pulsing through form.

भारतीय शिल्प चित्र आणि नाट्य परंपरेतील कथेचे नेतृत्व करणारे स्त्री पात्र. मानवातील विविध गुण आणि सौंदर्याचा समुच्चय म्हणजेच नायिका. वेगवेगळ्या प्रसंगातून, कथांमधून तिच्यातील गुण आणि सौंदर्य उलगडत जात कलारसिक तिच्यात आपल्या प्रिय व्यक्तीला पाहतात. तिच्या नेत्रकटाक्षाने घायाळ होणारे, साम्राज्य निर्माण किंवा उध्वस्त करणारे, वैराग्य प्राप्त करणारे किंवा उध्वस्त होणारे थोर नायक / खलनायक असे तिच्यात काय पाहतात ? तर या कहाण्या कालरूपात निर्माण करणारा कलाकार मात्र त्याच्या मनातील ती

She is the primal breath risen from soil, water, fire, air and space.An entity shaped like a human, yet never confined to one.She neither seeks your approval nor recoils from your rejection.Nature flows through her veins untamed, rhythmic and eternal.Do not be deceived by her form.  She is older than the trees standing today, older than memory itself. Her kin are the roots that dive deep into darkness and become stone.Her lineage is written in rock, moss, and mycelium.She li

पावसाळ्याचा अवखळपणा जाऊन वातावरणातील रुजलेली थंडी. हालचाली गोठविणारी निळीशार पहाट आणि नदीवरती पोहणारी धुक्याची अजून एक नदी. सूर्याच्या पहिल्या किरणासोबतच वितळत वातावरणाशी एकरूप होत आसमंत पवित्र करणारे जल त्या मंदिराला साक्षात स्वर्गरूप प्रदान करते. काळ्या पाषाणाला जिवंत करणारे ते हात पंचतत्वात विलीन झाले तरी रोज सूर्यकिरणांच्या रूपात पुन्हापुन्हा त्याच्या सर्वांगाशी खेळत त्याला जल स्नानसोबत सूर्य स्नान देखील घडवितात. आणि एके दिवशी अचानक हेमंत ( हिवाळा ) संपून शिशिरात संक्रमण

Kāma, as the third पुरुषार्थ ( Puruṣārtha ) is a strong pillar of society, yet it is mistaken as lust. When pushed into secrecy, it deranges us silently and creates a crippled, damaged society. Kāma is the original expression from Bindu a potent and powerful seed that bursts and creates an entire life ( स्फोट ).

She is a river of bliss, flowing eternally. She glows as she twists and turns, taking even the hardest souls on her wild currents and smoothing them with the gentle brush of time. She is sensual, curvy, soothing, and at times ferocious according to the moment. Yet this eternal flow often rises within beings as the feminine itself. She awakens what has long been still, stirring what is capable of blooming but afraid to move. She arouses you in mind and body, and the ancient se

Hiranya is the golden womb, the fierce tenderness, the cosmic fire, the immortal glow. She is the beginning of stories and the reason stories continue to be told. She is the one who teaches us that in every atom, every breath, every heart, there is a small, unbreakable piece of gold waiting for its fire.

The return is not because you are lost, not because you are scared or alone but because something ancient inside you remembers the calling.The darkness humming with the breath, the stone walls curved like the first womb you knew deep inside.

In everyday life, in our daily struggle to survive and thrive, there are a few moments worth pausing, relaxing, and appreciating. What are those? When we are younger, we are eager to grow older; when young, we chase something; and when time slips by, we make failed attempts to remain young.

अजिंठ्याच्या पुरातन भित्तिचित्रांपासून ते वेरूळ, खिद्रापूरच्या शिल्पांपर्यंत स्त्री सौंदर्य धोती कंचुकीने नटले. नऊवारी हे मध्ययुगातील त्याच्याच आधारावर निर्माण झालेला एक सुंदर अविष्कार. मराठा काळात हेच सौंदर्य नऊवारी परिधान करून युद्धभूमीवर पराक्रमासाठी उतरले आणि जगभर प्रसिद्ध झाले. ब्रिटिश कलाकारांच्या कंपनी पेंटिंग आणि छायाचित्रांमध्ये टिपले गेले. स्वातंत्र्यानंतर अनेक चित्रकार आणि शिल्पकारांनी देखील नऊवारीतील सुंदरी कोरल्या.

She is not down to earth — she is the earth herself.She lives by the cosmic truth, connected to the pulse of creation, breathing in rhythm with the soil and the stars. She bleeds with the waxing and waning of the moon, gives birth, nourishes, and transforms seeds into beings that walk this sacred plane. She is the most beautiful manifestation of the five elements — earth, water, fire, air, and ether — fused into a single, breathing cosmos. She is SuraSundari — bold, beautiful

Freed from toil, her body becomes a temple, her senses awake to every touch of water, wind, and sun. The bath is an offering, a dialogue between the self and the cosmos, where every droplet reflects light, life, and possibility.

She walks in the shadows, merging into the forest. All of a sudden, fog descends upon the meadows and hides her from view. She moves like a small rivulet flowing unseen, hidden from everyone’s eyes, deep inside the forest.

She is not down to earth — she is the earth herself. She lives by the cosmic truth, connected to the pulse of creation, breathing in rhythm with the soil and the stars. She bleeds with the waxing and waning of the moon, gives birth, nourishes, and transforms seeds into beings that walk this sacred plane.

Yakshini is a sign of abundance, sacredness, and fluidity. She is the mirror of nature in human form. She is no demi-goddess, no ghostly spirit, nor a witch in the traditional sense. She is the one who cannot be ignored, vital, untamed, and luminous.

A reflection on art, culture, and the feminine form The Question of “Bold” “Why do you do such bold work?”“Don’t you feel shame in...

The earth is not mere soil; she is Prithvi, Bhūmi Devi, mother, healer, womb of fertility. To coat the body in her clay is to surrender, to remember our origin, to feel her warmth press against the skin like memory itself. Washed clean, the body glows with a radiance no artifice can imitate. Mruttika Snan is love upon the body, a sacred, sensual surrender—a celebration of raw, divine beauty.

Photography is the younger sibling of sculpture and painting.What the eyes have seen, what stirred the heart, what awakened a feeling, all of it is captured through this medium, woven together with science and art.

A tribute to the forest enchantress NEELA who is still alive in the minds of millions across India. Villages where she is mentioned in bedtime stories or by the fireside. The seductive, beautiful and powerful demigoddess who rules the interior of forest where no one dares to venture.

The forest spirit. Untamed, wild, raw, sensual—the feminine force erupting from the soil. The touch of the water sparking the fire within...