A Trip Called Benares
We start our mornings in a rush, often thinking about the little worries sitting on our shoulders, which is the...
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Saris Folded With An Unheard Prayer
As I entered the dark dank space of my grandmother’s room, I opened the creaking window meshed and unmeshed with...
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Between The Rustle Of Starched Cotton Lies A Song Of Atr’e
As I navigated into the lanes and bylanes. I found this quaint little store among the tree laden streets and...
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Kick the pleats of the sensuous Saree!!
The kaleidoscope of my mind has past images of my mother, grandmother, aunts and cousins who wore their sarees with...
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