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.

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...

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.

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।

what is sacred or pure ?  Anything that is beneficial to us becomes sacred to us. We preserve , respect and gives sanctity to that element o

Things that cover me up is not me . Nor the skin that you see. मुझे जो ढकता है, वो मैं नहीं हूँ। न ही वो त्वचा, जो तुम्हें दिखती है।

या गवताळ कुरणावर वाऱ्यासोबत गप्पा गोष्टी करताना मी सर्वकाही विसरून जाते. ऊन, वारा आणि पाऊस यांच्या माऱ्यात देखील फुलणारी रानफुले पाहून मला क

The land where sturdy wandering souls and wind rules. Blazing heat and cold winds of the night changes everything it touches. The land...

रबिन्द्रनाथांच्या बिनोदिनी या कथेवरून प्रेरित होऊन साकारलेली छायाचित्र रूपातील नायिका. सौंदर्य, लज्जा आणि त्याचसोबत शोकांतिका याचे...

One who is crazy enough to be an artist must be ready to be misunderstood from his peers and kins. One who wants to bathe in the glory...