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

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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...

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

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