This, final year graduation collection, gives a glimpse of my interpretation of the stories and anecdotes narrated by my parents. It is an attempt to learn from their lifestyle and how it was so closely woven with nature.
Going back to the roots is the only way forward!
*Notice the first letter of the Kannada word, written in a way such that it represents a person sitting cross-legged and his/her long locks of hair flowing in the wind to depict the feeling one gets when they slip into nostalgia, carefree and a feeling of homecoming.
