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.

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.

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.

मनावरती गारुड करणारी ती फक्त तिच्या नजरेने बंदिस्त करते. कोणी तिला चेटकीण किंवा स्वैर म्हणते तर कोणी स्वछंदी स्त्री. आचार आणि विचारांनी...