Iruway Should Be On the Runway
Grass is always greener on the other side and in some cases, it is greener and dreamier by your side....
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With Atul Johri As I sat sipping my wine on a warm sunny day at my favourite restaurant, Grasshopper Bangalore, my eyes...
Read moreOde To The Lotus
Karimnagar Filigree Jewellery “As you make the moonlight the adornment of your bare body and rise from the depths...
Read moreThe Necklace That Touches More Than The Skin
Living for the day and holding it in my palms, is what I feel today, as I walk into the...
Read moreSong Of The Sandstone Beautifully Balanced On My Heart
Amidst the crowd of buyers and artisans at The Hundred Hands event that’s held in Bangalore, one is flooded with...
Read moreThe Art Of Zardosi
As I navigated my way through the gully of Lucknow, I knew I was walking through a slice of Mughal...
Read moreEvil Eyes That Stare At Me
The Evil Eye is synonymous with the city of Istanbul. Everywhere you go, you are surrounded with the evil eye...
Read moreLadybugs Or Ladybirds Aren’t Ladies Afterall
Ladybird beetle is no lady after all. She stinks and stings. It has the reputation of being a harlot or...
Read moreWood and Word
London is one of my favourite cities in the world. I seem to just blend in with the cosmopolitan vibe...
Read moreYearning’s Of A greedy heart
Love me like no other will. Behold me like no other will. In my madness give me my sanity. When...
Read moreBlue Was My Reflection
The forbidden Apple is fraught with the bad reputation of defiance. It was the union of Adam and Eve. It...
Read moreThe Warriors Of Nagaland And Their Jewellery
As I once again take familiar steps into the known terrain of the North Eastern hills of India, I realise...
Read moreAmruta Dongray’s Abundance Of Amrud
I was navigating my path ahead with trepidation. I knew all along nothing about this relationship was okay. It was...
Read moreA Classic Called The Angarakha
When you feel vulnerable and think that you may lose your soul to this crazy thing called life. You protect...
Read moreDesires Cut Into The Fabric Of Love
My love for good things began very early on. To the utter horror of my middle-class parents, they were worried...
Read moreNo Chains Can Chain Me No Cage Can Capture Me
I just switched off the pause button inside my head. The unbridled thoughts of years came gushing out like river that been...
Read moreOrnate Combs And More….
My late grandmother who I lovingly called Dida, had thick long hair even at the age of 88. She combed...
Read moreMemories Of My Minaudière
Emancipation began during the 1900 AD when the Industrial Revolution took place. Shifting the attitude towards women and the dressing...
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