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The Joy of His Arrival There is a unique and infectious joy that fills the air with the cheerful call of “Ganpati Bappa Morya!” The festival of Ganesh Chaturthi is not just a day of puja; it’s a vibrant celebration of new beginnings, of wisdom, and of the happy, benevolent energy that Lord Ganesha brings […]

Hands Folded in Prayer Hartalika Teej has always held a special, serene place in my heart. It is a day of quiet devotion, of fasting and prayer, a beautiful testament to faith and the divine love of Shiva and Parvati. When we prepare for the puja, every act of shringar (adornment) feels less like decoration and more like

A Legacy Woven with Courage As a woman who has poured her heart and soul into building a business from the ground up, I am intimately familiar with the quiet strength and unseen hours that go into turning a dream into reality. The journey is one of passion, but it is also one of persistence.

The Colour of Devotion Hartalika Teej has always felt different from the other Teej celebrations. There is a quiet, profound sense of devotion in the air. It’s a day we remember Goddess Parvati’s unwavering penance and her ultimate union with Lord Shiva. And the colour that symbolizes this auspicious day is a deep, verdant green—the

The Hands That Hold Us Together I often watch the hands of our artisans in Bagru. I see the strength in them as they lift heavy wooden blocks, the precision as they place them on fabric, and the care as they fold a finished piece. These hands are not just creating clothing; they are weaving

The Quiet Language of Togetherness The other day, I saw an elderly couple walking in the park. Their steps were slow, their hands weren’t clasped, but they moved in a sort of silent rhythm, a comfortable syncopation developed over a lifetime. It struck me then that the most beautiful partnerships aren’t always about grand romantic

The Feeling That Unfurls with Our Flag I still remember the feeling from my school days—the collective hush as the rope was pulled, the silent anticipation, and then the sudden burst of colour as the saffron, white, and green unfurled against the blue sky. That moment, followed by the swell of voices singing the national

The Feeling in the Air on Janmashtami Night There’s a certain magic in the air on Janmashtami night. It’s a feeling woven from the sound of temple bells, the sweet fragrance of panjiri prasad, and the collective chorus of families singing praises to Lord Krishna. For me, another essential part of that magic is the

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