nymph | Sindhusagar

MAYA : Returning to the sacred portal

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.

Raginee K

Nov 154 min read

She walks in the shadows, merging into the forest. All of a sudden, fog descends upon the meadows and hides her from view. She moves like a small rivulet flowing unseen, hidden from everyone’s eyes, deep inside the forest.

Gaia : call of the earth

She walks in the shadows, merging into the forest. All of a sudden, fog descends upon the meadows and hides her from view. She moves like a small rivulet flowing unseen, hidden from everyone’s eyes, deep inside the forest.

Raginee K

Oct 143 min read

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.

Karavi : in the midst of life and death

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.

Raginee K

Sep 73 min read

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.

Mruttika Snanam

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.

Raginee K

Aug 294 min read

अनावृत्त | Bare

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।

Raginee K

Nov 17, 20242 min read

अप्सरा | Apsara

वह तुम्हारी प्यास बुझाने वाली नहीं, बल्कि तुम्हारे भीतर का अथाह सागर दिखाने वाली है। बस यह तय करना है कि किसकी कहानी सुननी है और अपनी कहानी कैसे लिखनी है।

Raginee K

Aug 31, 20242 min read