Category: Thoroughly Mundane
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A little light on Deepavali.
Banditu deepavali siri sobaganu pasarisi lokava belagutali.– this is a popular kannada poem that translates to Deepavali arrives bringing with it abundance and light. We have been celebrating Diwali in the same age old manner for hundreds of years with crackers, oil sweets, heavy unhealthy food gambling and what not… are we really Sunita I…
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creating a serene home to invite comfort.
I am listening to my friend’s to client she is detailing her plans for carpets, curtains, she had images of bedspread material she had hung over a chair to see if she could live with it. i wondered about her partner, and if she had done the same with him/her, drape the person over a…
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Saddula Bathukamma
https://parwatisingari.wordpress.com/2015/10/19/bathukammadurgashtami/ The ninth day of Bathukamma is also the last day of the festival and is called Saddula Bathukamma. On this day the Bathukamma is immersed into the water. Conical creations of cow dung decorated with flowers is the Bathukamma, this is a folk art. The immersion is done with great devotion, accompanied by rhythmic…
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Bathukamma@Durgashtami.
Sometime back I was researching the nature related festivals in southern India. The floral tributes of Onam ruled the roast, somewhere between the lots I found a lesser known festival of Telangana One very interesting festival I came across was called the Bathukamma, and it is celebrated in the state of Telangana. This is a…
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Bombe Habba@ Navaratri.
Naada Habba, the land gets festive, the triumph of the Durga over Mahishasura Mardini, this was what navaratri meant to me, it meant the best of music Kutcheri, the vibrant classical dance festival, visiting friends to see the doll display. most important the ten days of holidays. Navratri is back and it is rather sad…
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Whimsical Enchantments of an October afternoon.
Urmila sat, on the bench, looked around, the October sunshine seem to bathe the park with such melting light that it had the dim impressive look of a landscape by an old master. Life and existence a never ending cycle, a new season comes and the old one passes by. We myriad experiences that become…
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