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.

Freed from toil, her body becomes a temple, her senses awake to every touch of water, wind, and sun. The bath is an offering, a dialogue between the self and the cosmos, where every droplet reflects light, life, and possibility.

Can we celebrate life without inhibition? The cold wind wrapping around the body as fabric, the delicate designs of water droplets drawn by clouds, each drop trickling down the spine—this is the thrill of living each moment fully in the present. To be part of divinity like a baby who knows no shame, no guilt, only trust in the arms of nature.

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.

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

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

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

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