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maharanis, construction workers, ics officers – a saree wearer’s longish ramble

six yards, five and a half metres, sometimes nine yards, of material. you have to wrap it around...

there were always butterflies to chase after and try and catch; powdery colour left behind on your...

by indrani robbins | Oct 3, 2016 | indi | 2 |

that year my father was the happiest man in all of assam, i’m quite sure. he had bought...

if you happen to live in bungalow number 7 in digboi, you’ll know you have to climb sixty...

the sun had almost disappeared beyond the tea estates and the faraway mountains. the last rays of...

khushi wondered why the green looked hazy, out of focus. something warm and wet touched her cheek,...

kanumoni held the end of the chadar and with deft, quick fingers twisted the material. in an...

it was soft and cool against his fingers. he stroked the fabric feeling its smoothness, its supple...

“kk! you look dazed… are you hungry?” salman asked khushi from the front seat of...

asr gripped the secateurs firmly. he looked at the tip of the stem, brow scrunched, lips pursed,...

kanjeevaram silks are known for their combinations… the body and border clash and...