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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.

Gaia : call of the earth

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.

Raginee K

4 days ago3 min read

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.

Surasundari | The Earth Herself

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.

Raginee K

Oct 114 min read

Yakshini the mystery of the forest

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.

Raginee K

Sep 224 min read

What we’re making is not just art to be “looked at” — it’s something to be felt slowly, like poetry unfolding. We want to bring you closer to a time when love, dance, poetry, and celebration were a natural part of life. A time when women were honoured as sacred, when festivals like Vasant Utsav filled both villages and palaces with joy, and when beauty was not the tool of capitalism but seen as something sacred and beyond the physical.

Monsoon Update

What we’re making is not just art to be “looked at” — it’s something to be felt slowly, like poetry unfolding. We want to bring you closer to a time when love, dance, poetry, and celebration were a natural part of life. A time when women were honoured as sacred, when festivals like Vasant Utsav filled both villages and palaces with joy, and when beauty was not the tool of capitalism but seen as something sacred and beyond the physical.

Raginee K

Sep 202 min read

She waits in the green quiet between root and rotting leaf, patient as a tide. She is not antique nor myth alone but presence itself, breathing in our own skin. To touch her is to remember a language older than words: hands that gather, lips that bless, hips that remember moonlit harvests. The body once carried wisdom like a forest carries rain, open, unashamed, overflowing with song.

Moss Maiden : whispers of the Wild

She waits in the green quiet between root and rotting leaf, patient as a tide. She is not antique nor myth alone but presence itself, breathing in our own skin. To touch her is to remember a language older than words: hands that gather, lips that bless, hips that remember moonlit harvests. The body once carried wisdom like a forest carries rain, open, unashamed, overflowing with song.

Raginee K

Sep 143 min read

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.

कला, संस्कृती आणि स्त्रीरूप यावर एक चिंतन

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.

Raginee K

Sep 26 min read

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.

Primordial : the song of the mother

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.

Raginee K

Aug 272 min read

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.

Photography: Going beyond the Form and Formless

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.

Raginee K

Aug 193 min read

An ancient rock looks like dragon egg on the bank of the ferocious ocean and dark skies is all a terrific combination. It was tempting to create a visual art through body movements and fabric.

Dragon Queen

An ancient rock looks like dragon egg on the bank of the ferocious ocean and dark skies is all a terrific combination. It was tempting to create a visual art through body movements and fabric.

Raginee K

Aug 161 min read

Neela : enchantress of the forest

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.

Raginee K

Aug 102 min read