Long ago a Gond leader was taking a stroll in the countryside. He was looking
Wives weave beautiful grass baskets while their men hide behind the characters they wear, only
“My body is but wax and wick for flame. When the candle burns out, the
Spring tickles my feet as love soaks this air, Is it a new reason to
Bundele har bolo ke muh humne suni kahani thi ….. Lights cascading from fountains of
Some wandering rays of an aimless light, Carelessly slipped into my loom the previous night…
Gaatha brings to you, traditional handicrafts and the culture behind them, directly from the very home of the Indian artisan.