Why do we hold hands? So that someone can guide us the way? Or because we fear to fall down alone? No, we hold hands to feel connected, for belongingness, and sometimes to feel home, for someone who feels home. We hold hands to exist, exist in the moment, a moment where surprisingly we are [...]
"What kind of love is this?" They asked What is "kind of" in love I argued back "You're sick," they said, when I told them I love her They laughed so hard that I forgot to laugh again I tried to wipe her off my memory and follow the societal norm only to realize it [...]
Sitting draped in a 5 meter saree, I thought to myself who am I doing this for? No answer.This is a scary question, isn’t it? Confined in those four walls with shimmering floor, pretty lamps, jewelry, exclusive silk saree, the velvety bed and that beautifully crafted vase with lilies, I felt lost in all sense. [...]
Words by Gayathri Sitaram Art by Aashi Mishra
”Trees are the poems the earth writes upon the sky” This picture was taken when I was in Himachal Pradesh enjoying the warm sun in the land of snow. The air felt lighter, thinner and fresher there. Trees were in their healthiest shape & growth touching the sky. That’s Nature for you, always giving you [...]
Wall art done right! I remember the day when I got this project. The sun was shining bright & so was I. It was definitely going to be a great day for me. I recollect I came out saying yes to the project thinking whether I’ll be able to do it or not. I was [...]
It was October of 2016 when i first visited this place called Waichin Valley with few of my friends. I knew nothing about this place then. Himachal pradesh was always there on my "travel list", but i was totally oblivious of its serene beauty and the experience that i came back with. Sometimes to experience [...]
Oh you woman! you are an art. You are the beautiful winter dawn, And the magnificent night of coruscating stars. You don't need to be scared, For you have won thousand wars. You can survive like a warrior, This world has seen your scars. Nights have gone, days have passed, You kept breaking like a [...]
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