feminism

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.

When we learn to see the beauty in everyday women, their strength, their softness, their resilience the world becomes brighter. We no longer crave external approval to feel worthy. Instead, we find power in our own unfolding, and we honor the gentle triumphs that shape us.

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.

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.

प्रश्न कला बोल्ड आहे का नाही, तो नाही. प्रश्न आहे  स्त्रीला स्वतः ठरवण्याचा अधिकार आहे का नाही. कारण जेव्हा ती ठरवते, तेव्हा ती केवळ कला निर्मित नाही करत ती इतिहास घडवत असते.आणि इतिहास लिहून ठेवतो आपण तिला गप्प बसवलं, की तिच्या सोबत उभं राहिलो.

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...

There was a time when life was not measured in hours or wealth, but in the rhythm of the heartbeat and the pulse of the earth. Humanity lived naked before the elements—facing hunger, storms, the vast unknown.

What is a fabric or a costume or a fashion ? Names, colours, texture, design changes but the soul remains the same. Just like the primordial mycelium network expanding, communicating and covering the whole earth like a carpet, the grass that covers the bare rocks and decorating them with its green design.

They say — change is one thing, acceptance is another.Life flows endlessly, like a river finding its own path.Yet we hold on to things long gone,Echoes of the past that no longer exist in the present.

A sky darkened with clouds,A wild wind roaring through,And the sea, raging in its own stormy rhythm. In that moody afternoon,The poet...