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Experience India is managed by the good people at VTO who believe in three things:
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We present a collection of urban, spiritual, bollywood and traditional Indian lifestyle shopping items for the global Indian.
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Shrinathji, Shri Yamunaji.
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A sadhu shakes the water from his dreadlocks, while he enjoys a holy bath in the confluence of the Ganges, Yamuna, and Saraswati Rivers.
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An Indian woman paints earthen lamps on the outskirts of Jammu ahead of Hindu festival Diwali. Diwali, the festival of lights!!
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A Series of Village Women (a folk painting from the state of Bihar, in the village of Madhubani)
Madhubani Painting on Hand Made Paper
Artist: Sohan
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When I go alone at night to my love-tryst, birds do not sing, the wind does not stir,the houses on both sides of the street stand silent.
It is my own anklets that grow loud at every step and I am ashamed.
When I sit on my balcony and listen to his footsteps, leaves do not rustle on the trees, and the water is still in the river like the sword on the knees of a sentry fallen asleep.
It is my own heart that beats wildly - I do not know how to quiet it.
When my love comes and sits by my side, when my body trembles and my eyelids droop, the night darkens, the winds blow out the lamp, and the clouds draw veils over the stars.
It is the jewel at my own breast that shines and gives light. I do not know how to hide it.
-Rabindranath Tagore, 1913
DeafMuslimPunx: "The Gardener" (translated from Bengali) by Rabindranath Tagore, 1913
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