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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.

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...

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.

The flow of the universe comes to us in the form of various states of the objects. Some seen others that can be felt. The senses makes things to be felt. And the things from which we derive pleasure become sensual. The play of life happens through ancient primordial sound. We call it Naad. The interaction of the Bindus ( dots / atoms ) and their dance creates the magical sound. 

A continuous stream of energy flows down from the mountaintop into the valley. She is gentle yet incredibly powerful—an elemental force both sensual and fierce. Refreshing, cold, and full of life. She cannot be owned, yet she lives within all of us.

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...

Whenever I watch paintings or  sculptures from the masters  of medical or ancient Bharat a sense of calm enters into my mind. My gaze travels across the artwork in a rhythm that they have found in nature and poured it into their artwork.

The twilight hour welcomes her to play on the earth. She enters through your ears by whispering soft murmur of the sleep that is going to...

The mundane landscape that we seldom look at suddenly turns into entirely something new. The dark clouds and thunderstorm gives it a new...

To feel her or own her dominates the entire psyche of the man and starts spinning the wheel of creation. Who is first the child or the...

 The world awakens from the sleep when she greets them with her smile. She is the messenger who breathes life into everyone. She is Usha.

She is the one who sings her own tune irrespective of your opinions. She exists on her own vibing with the cosmic music.

थक कर, हार कर, एक दिन तुम आओगे, सब कुछ छोड़, सब कुछ भूल मेरी गोद में विश्राम पाओगे।

I always question beliefs or ideas whenever I feel there is something wrong with what people say and my intuition speaks. We are taught...

दिवस आणि रात्रीच्या सीमेवरती घुटमळणारी ती वेळ. दिवसभराची लगबग संपलेली आणि जरा कुठे उसंत मिळाली असताना सायंकाळ हळुवारपणे येते. कुणाचा तरी जीव

She stands, a vision of grace, draped in moonlight’s tender weave—A white saree flowing like mist over silent earth’s sleeve.The blue of her

Whatever that defies our logic or fixed moral norms suddenly shocks us collectively. But if looked deep within that same energy finds space

She sits on a rock, bathed in gold glow,Evening’s light pouring on her bronze back .Moving like a dancer, slow and free,A melody of grace...