“My body is but wax and wick for flame. When the candle burns out, the
Who will buy these delicate, bright Rainbow-tinted circles of light? Lustrous tokens of radiant lives,
He sculpted a pigeon out of marble that was mistaken for real by a flock of
It’s a familiar sight. Hues of the melting twilight blend into the silhouettes of curious
On a casual stroll along the meandering markets of the Pushkar fair, as spectacles of mystery
“The story goes as back as the times in history when my father would walk
Gaatha brings to you, traditional handicrafts and the culture behind them, directly from the very home of the Indian artisan.