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.

The earth is not mere soil; she is Prithvi, Bhūmi Devi, mother, healer, womb of fertility. To coat the body in her clay is to surrender, to remember our origin, to feel her warmth press against the skin like memory itself. Washed clean, the body glows with a radiance no artifice can imitate. Mruttika Snan is love upon the body, a sacred, sensual surrender—a celebration of raw, divine beauty.

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...

पंचमहाभूतांनी बनलेले शरीर आणि त्यातील मन मात्र बांधले गेलेय नवरसांशी. आणि या सर्व रसांचा दाता व विनाशक सूर्य सतत आपल्यामध्ये या रसांच्या...

A visual exploration of the quest of everyone of us inhabiting in a body. A thirst to fuse with the ultimate and disappear into this...

आपण काढतो ते पेंटिंग, छायाचित्र, शिल्प, कविता, लिखाण हे कला आहे कि कलाकृती ? हा प्रश्न मला उगाचच सकाळी सकाळी पडला. वाटले आपल्या सभोवती...

जगापासून दूर अरण्यात राहणारी ती. तिच्या सोबतीला आहे एक समृद्ध जंगल आणि तिच्यासारखीच एकटी नदी. अगदी नितळ आणि पारदर्शी. Living far off from...