Tradition Etched in Words

Roots & Reverence

Beneath the peepal’s watchful gaze,
live echoes from ancestral days.

A conch, a bell, a sacred thread—
the living past, not still or dead.

Footprints linger on temple stone,
whispers held in seeds once sown.

Colors bloom where stories rise,
in rangoli dust and lullabies.

This is where the soul feels strong—
in every breath, a timeless song.