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More Than a Name, An Emotion In every story of Krishna, in every song of Vrindavan, there is the beautiful, radiant presence of Radha. She is more than just a character in a story; she is the embodiment of the highest form of love and devotion—pure, selfless, and absolute. Her spirit is the soul of […]

In the Moonlit Gardens of Vrindavan: A Story We All Know Janmashtami has always been more than a festival in my family; it’s a night of stories. I still remember sitting wide-eyed as a child, listening to tales of Lord Krishna’s birth, his mischievous childhood, and the magical Raas Leela in the moonlit gardens of

The Blouse I Found in My Mother’s Trunk There is a small, vintage trunk in our family home filled with my mother’s old sarees. But the real treasure I once found tucked inside was a simple, brocade blouse with a beautiful sweetheart neckline. It was decades old, yet it felt utterly timeless. Trying it on,

The Details I Remember Most Growing up, Raksha Bandhan was a feast for the senses. I remember the scent of sandalwood from the puja thali, the clinking of my mother’s bangles, and the vibrant colours of everyone’s festive clothes. But what I remember most vividly are the hands. The hands that lovingly tied the Rakhi,

The Gift I Almost Got Wrong… I remember one Rakhi, fumbling with a gift-wrapped box for my brother. Inside was a generic blue tie I’d picked up in a hurry. He smiled politely and said thank you, but I knew. It wasn’t him. My brother was the guy who wore comfortable cottons, loved old music, and

That One Rakhi I’ll Never Forget… I must have been about ten years old when my brother, after much secret planning, gifted me a small, lopsidedly painted clay box for Rakhi. Inside, there was no fancy jewelry, just a single, cherished piece of mango candy he had saved. It wasn’t the gift itself that made

The First Drape I Ever Learned: A Saree is More Than a Garment I can still hear the crisp sound of my mother’s cotton saree as she would expertly fold it into perfect pleats. It was a hypnotic rhythm, a swift and practiced dance of her hands transforming six yards of fabric into a masterpiece

The Threads That Bind: A Friendship Woven in Time I still have it tucked away safely—a small, slightly faded block-printed pouch my best friend gave me for Friendship Day when we were teenagers. She had saved up her pocket money to buy it from a local artisan at a fair. It wasn’t fancy, but it

The Art of Adornment: More Than Just Henna Here in Rajasthan, the air during the monsoon carries more than just the scent of rain; it carries the scent of celebration. For me, the sweet, earthy fragrance of fresh henna paste is the true herald of Teej. It’s a scent that instantly transports me back to