There are stories that live in the rustle of the muga silk, in the aroma of pitha on a Bihu morning, and in the gentle lullabies our mothers and grandmothers hummed. For generations, these stories were whispered within homes, but in 1974, a powerful movement began, creating a space for
There's a certain magic in the stories passed down through generations, isn't there? In Assam, where the mighty Brahmaputra carries tales of old and the air hums with the melodies of Bihu, this magic is being carefully preserved and lovingly nurtured. The credit for much of
In every Assamese household, there are stories. Stories whispered by grandmothers while rocking a cradle, songs hummed by mothers in the kitchen, and tales shared over a warm cup of tea. For generations, women have been the silent keepers of our culture, their voices weaving the very fabric of our
In every Indian home, there's a treasure trove of stories. Stories whispered by our mothers as lullabies, tales our grandmothers shared on lazy afternoons—these are the threads that weave the fabric of our culture. Now, imagine an entire community of women dedicated to preserving not just these
In every Indian household, there are stories. Stories whispered by our grandmothers, sung by our mothers, stories that shape who we are. For generations, these tales were the invisible threads holding our culture together. But what happens when these storytellers, the women of our land, decide to pick up a
In the heart of Assam, where the mighty Brahmaputra carries stories of ages past, a silent revolution began to take shape in 1974. It wasn't a revolution of swords, but of pens. It was a movement born from a simple, powerful idea: that the voices of women, their
In the lush, green valleys of Assam, where the mighty Brahmaputra whispers tales of yore, a different kind of story has been unfolding since 1974. It’s a story written not with swords, but with ink; a revolution led not by warriors, but by women with pens in their hands.
Imagine the lush, green valleys of Assam in the 1970s. The air was thick with the aroma of tea and the sound of the Bihu dhol. Stories were everywhere—in the folk songs of the fields, in the grandmother's tales by the fire. Yet, a vast ocean of
There's a special magic in the air of Assam. It’s in the mist that rolls over the tea gardens, in the mighty flow of the Brahmaputra, and most profoundly, in the stories passed down through generations. For centuries, women have been the keepers of these stories, the
