A passionate group of people dedicated to preserving India's knowledge of Dharma, Karma, and Bhakti for ourselves and the world ๐.
Imagine holding a piece of cloth that breathes with stories from ages ago. A canvas where every line, every colour, sings a hymn in praise of the divine. This isn't just a painting; it's a living tradition, a form of devotion that has flowed through the
Some places in India aren't just dots on a map; they are living, breathing centres of energy. You feel it the moment you arriveโa stillness that cuts through the noise of daily life, a sense of history that goes beyond mere centuries. The Agastya Cave is one
In the heart of Assam, where the mighty Brahmaputra flows and the air is thick with the fragrance of tea leaves and ancient stories, a powerful movement took root. It wasn't a movement of protests or politics, but one of words, creativity, and quiet strength. This is the
เค เคธเคฎ เคเฅ เคนเคตเคพ เคฎเฅเค เคธเคฟเคฐเฅเคซ เคเคพเคฏ เคเฅ เคฎเคนเค เคนเฅ เคจเคนเฅเค, เคฌเคฒเฅเคเคฟ เคเคนเคพเคจเคฟเคฏเฅเค เคเฅ เคเฅเคถเคฌเฅ เคญเฅ เคเฅเคฒเฅ เคนเฅเค เคนเฅเฅค เคฏเคน เคเคนเคพเคจเคฟเคฏเคพเค, เคเฅ เคนเคฎเคพเคฐเฅ เคฆเคพเคฆเคฟเคฏเฅเค-เคจเคพเคจเคฟเคฏเฅเค เคเฅ เคเฅเคฌเคพเคจ เคธเฅ เคจเคฟเคเคฒเคเคฐ เคนเคฎเคพเคฐเฅ เคฆเคฟ
We often chase the grandeur of majestic forts and bustling cities, but sometimes, the soul craves a quieter conversation with time itself. My search for such a place led me not to the popular trails of Rajasthan, but to a hidden jewel nestled in the heart of India โ Rajgarh, Madhya
There's a certain kind of devotion that doesn't require a temple or an idol. It's the reverence you feel when you stand at the edge of an ancient forest, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and the symphony of unseen creatures.
Every corner of our incredible India whispers stories of glory, struggle, and time itself. The soil of Gujarat, especially, holds the memory of a magnificent era โ the time of the Gujarat Sultanate. But every story has a final chapter. Today, letโs travel back to the 16th century and walk
There's a certain magic that hangs in the air of Karbi Anglong. It's in the misty hills that roll on forever, the vibrant colours of the traditional attire, and the warm smiles of its people. It's a land where time seems to flow differently,
Some places in the world don't just exist in the present; they carry the whispers of centuries within their very stones. Imagine standing on ground that witnessed a great emperor's change of heart, a place where the message of peace was shaped into a magnificent structure.
