#shringar

Celebrating the Divine Power

The word Shringara in Sanskrit means love, romance, decoration and beauty, attractive and aesthetic sense. Shringar can give rise to all kinds of love, be it romantic love, the love between siblings or the affection towards a pet. Devotional love and parental love are also forms of this rasa.

Presenting Roopvati and her beautiful jewels. But dear visitor, do look beyond the gold and beautiful looks.

Conversations about home, Warsan shire

I place the cities Warsan talks about on my shoulder and then ask you to open your palm. I find out that you have been holding a bullet all this time.

I want to spell home on a guy’s neck and not end up in a truck-like warsan.

To build a home by The cinematic orchestra

Home, Bruno Major

But while Bendre used many innovative techniques, he believed that the use of imagery intelligible to ordinary people, conservation of  the flatness of the pictorial surface and decorative and pleasing overall effect were characteristics of the Indian tradition and should be cherished. This may have made his art seem somewhat sedate to some of our modernists for his credo was not unlike that of the revivalists and like them he preferred quiet themes like the representation of woman at work or relaxing. But his achievement was always painterly which revivalist work managed to be only rarely. In “Toilet” (PL 99), a pointillism (without the retinal blending of colours practiced by the French  Impressionists) creates not only textures but also  the effects of light and shade though cast light is not used. A History of Indian Painting: The modern period, Krishna Chaitanya. 

They say don't go near me.

Who am I?

"She will trap you in her whims and illusions, must you ever go near her," they say.

Donning a garb of red,

I am one of the daughters of the Mother Goddess.

Wild and free spirited, playful and passionate.

Who am I to trap? I free the hidden heart and liberate the soul.

I awaken the Lover's spirit that resides in the mortal frame.

Invisible to the eyes, yet I reside in the world of mortals.

I am no vice that lures you and entraps your being. I reside in art. In love.

Find my fingers in the delicate fingertips of sculptures of bygone eras. Find my words in the manuscripts of a lovelorn poet.

I am the beautiful jingle of those dancing anklets and I am the tune of the melodious flute.

I am in the coy glance of the young bride and the confident gait of the maiden seeking her lover.

In old hearts where young love still resides after years of companionship, I have made my home in them.

I am the desire to celebrate love and life.

The wonders of my divine Mother,

The sparkling jewels you adorn yourself with,

The muse of all poets and artists,

I reside in all them.

Who are you?