In the generation of fast moving technology, every dot has set its pace accordingly. More and more we seek for, with every passing day. More and more we look up to every coming night. The generation runs and wins, competing with their own thoughts all the time and in return what they leave behind is peace. They seek attention.
A girl sitting in the corner of a table, playing with her cigarette, looked high and low for an approach. She was dressed up to the nine, in her best possibility. She was definitely looking forward for a person whom she can talk to for a while. Her solicitude was being ruptured by the thought of her being lonely in the crowd of thousands. Every bit of smoke in front of her called people to strive for her. Did anyone care? No, nobody did. What was the reason? After all she was a girl and should get some attention. Her massive glasses and lean body had hidden her shine inside her. She failed to wear thin sexiness and a bold beauty. Only she had was her desolated heart which scouted attention.
The curved, over exposed bodies were taking it all. People hooved over them like dogs on bone, the hook-up culture is in and this is what is making them deep lonely inside. Just like every colour has a brightness in its pure form, similarly a character has a stark in its originality. Don’t be someone else to be with someone. Be what you are and live what you get. Shine like yellow, and nothing can steal your emphasis. Accept yourself with your novel thoughts. Flawlessness cannot be copied and it’s the same with the one you have.
Relive the yellow with peeli dori.
Article: Niharika Choudhary
Photograph: Ananya Kumar
Canopy of thoughts revolve around and make us re-think on our existence. We the women, are moulded with extreme emotions and integrity. Thrust in us is the power to tie lives, people and belongings with the thread of our emotions. This very dori (thread) is the power she sacrifices at every point and hour for others. Time and again the story repeats in different colours behind every wall .The thread that stiches homes is used enough till it is considered useless, and garbage is made their residence.
Her power to construct, to build, to give birth is prestigious enough for her to get respect for life. The world exists because of, we the women. We create an embrace, we nourish and cherish, we protect and caress. Still our lives, just like a roll of thread, provide love to bind relationships, sacrificing its own shelter to make homes, make families. Curating for love and respect, every feminine soul is silently embracing the harshness in all forms. She has hidden it behind her yellow, colour of her smile, colour with which she shreds soul in lifeless bodies. She smiles for her children, killing all the desires of her heart.
The yellow inside her makes her stronger enough to face the world with a smile. The yellow she has, gives emphasis to all the other colours of the world. Respect her and love her to make the yellow, her life and not the surface to hide it. She needs support, not because she is weak but because she feels loved when you hold her hand and take her forward. She is an embraced queen of elegant fabrication. She is weak for your love, brave enough to cut your hand instead, if you try playing with her thread instead.
Adorning feminism, adorning her Peeli dori, we bag expressions in her style. Peeli dori celebrates the thread of every feminine soul.
Relive the yellow with peeli dori.
Held up with ethnicity, yellow blossoms to sunshine. It is a colour, rather an expression of happiness. It is a thought, a balance of light and dark. Its mere essence is like a chirpy bird.
Yellow is the cover page in the chronology of colours.
Peeli Dori ties the essence of yellow with rawness of Indian culture and heritage. It upholds the beauty of tender and unrefined trends in the core of Indian living. The stories which describe India, the lifestyles and how like yellow, the pure brightness dominates the harshness of lives here. People smile to cherish the little and sweet little they have.