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. Oh the things she did. From the first swaddle of love to filling our hearts with it. That fierce tigress who could do anything for her cubs. From homework to making home a haven. Ensuring our colour pencils were always sharpened so we could colour the world in the brightest of shades. The one who just knew what we wanted at lunch. And made us smile at break, our favourite snack neatly packed. And when we came home, a hot surprise. Whether she was at home or working. The one who knew just what we wanted to when. And where. And made it happen. The one who knew just when we went wrong. And where. And taught us how to fix it. The one who made us realize our dreams. And pushed us to conquer them. From every sum in Math to puzzle in GK. From college applications to job placements, she was there for it all. Whether she understood it or not. And the birthday parties. There couldn’t be a better planner in the world. Or a more popular one. She introduced us to books. Many many books. Along with running a perfect home. A tight ship. An argosy of love. Little treats and big ones. She seemed to always have that “little extra” tucked for that odd demand we had. Always delivering to our tiniest whims. Yet ruling our little kingdom with an iron hand. To hell and back she could go for us. Santa, tooth fairy, guardian angel all in one. Omnipresent. And a dramatic Mother India at times. That gentle tuck of a blanket on the nights that got cold. To the sleepless nights she spent when we got sick. She did everything. And the things she did behind your back. Those sacrifices big and small. That you would never know. Taking that jab even from Papa at times. Remember when you watched her get ready. In awe. She was the most beautiful woman in the world. And now she’s older and her skin is translucent. She still smells divine. Still always there. Concerned about that knee injury of mine. Ensuring I have my sweater on, on a cold winter’s day. Asking if I eat my 5 almonds a day. The one who taught me my first word. And everything thereafter. One word. Ma. . The resplendent Leela Naidu

. With a pop of dopamine Yellow and Pink, our Mini is that little Tote chock full of chic. A floral escape musing the colours of the gardens of Kashmir, and their floral magnificence, we bring you the perfect technicolor Everyday Mini. For chic lunches and chicer brunches, with a wink and smile, and a punch of humour. The Mini is a cutie - a wardrobe must-have.

. Aristotle in his analysis of nature, questions if flowers have a soul or not. That might have been the first ‘recorded’ incident of a question pertaining to these simple majestic blooms from nature. Ancient civilizations in India and Egypt might point towards a direction. Seen as carriers of divine power, religious importance, ancient frescoes have often showed important figures in history and mythology relishing and reveling in their scents. It was almost as if Egyptians and the people of the Indus spoke a similar floral language. Symbolism, mythology and stories were used to strengthen the significance of flowers. Each god had a preferred flower and garlands were all rage during celebrations of any kind. Joining a litany of gods from cultures around the world was the Roman goddess Flora — the protectress of gardens. Flowers were used extravagantly in ancient Rome where rooms were carpeted with florals to create an effect of purity and beauty. Velvet hedonism. With the fall of the Roman empire, gone was the theatre of such drama and pleasure-seeking. In the year 800 AD, while Charlemagne was crowned Holy Roman emperor, he became acquainted with Arabic gardens where flowers had a very special meaning. Time flew and then came the likes of Botticelli and Mansur. Painting the beauties of the floral world, Botticelli painted the metamorphosis of the Green nymph Chloris to Flora. And Mansur some decades after captured the magnificence of flora in the Mughal Gardens of Kashmir where unseen incomparable flowers blossomed to beauty. Flowers remain a nucleus of many cultures. A fragrant thread connecting civilizations. A garland of myth, folklore and legend. From Flora to Lakshmi and Botticelli to Mansur, they speak to everyone, everywhere.

. With a pop of dopamine Yellow and Pink, our Mini is that little Tote chock full of chic. A floral escape musing the colours of the gardens of Kashmir, and their floral magnificence, we bring you the perfect technicolor Everyday Mini. For chic lunches and chicer brunches, with a wink and smile, and a punch of humour. The Mini is a cutie - a wardrobe must-have.

The voluptuous beauty and hypnotic fragrance of India’s flora has enraptured millions since eternity. From the sensual and wicked Desi Gulab to the musky and racy Genda to the luminous and dreamy Raat ki Rani and the spicy and audacious Neroli, India’s scents whether original to it or a welcomed visitor has enthralled and arrested all human senses. History has its own stories to tell about the impact of India’s floral beauty and fragrances. The Indian rose’s dalliance with Alexander the Great, when he came to India is well known. Bewitched by its intoxicating scent and velvety petals he is said to have sent the beautiful flower to his teacher, Aristotle. Ayurveda and various treatises from the subcontinent dictate the beneficial effects of the rose, along with numerous other flowers in their anti-inflammatory properties and aid in tissue regeneration. From being a cooling agent to being a scintillating, sensuous and sublime medium for lovers, the gulab, the champa and chameli along with countless others are said to be the quintessence of romance even finding a mention in the Kama Sutra. Whether it’s the Night Jasmine blooming selflessly across an aangan or the magnificent lotus in muddy waters, the floral madness of India has been used as a frequent motif from ancient to contemporary times. Perennially seen on paintings and textiles, as a symbol of splendour and purity, it never fails to awe. Retaining its strong relevance to the culture and artisanal traditions of the subcontinent. In romancing a lover or revering the gods, nothing spiritualizes like India’s flowers. The delicate petals of marigold on the mild waves of the Ganges or in the shrines of Sufi saints are testimonials of the faith that flowers encapsulate. Centuries flow in the ever powerful torrent of time. Kingdoms rise and fall into oblivion. Humans arrive and depart. Wars are waged and peaceful times beckon. However, a fragrance lingers. Sometimes on the grave, sometimes in a shrine. Like a memory. Art-chives hopes to rekindle and unveil the haunting and hypnotic fragrances of India. Along with the millions of stories that come with it.

. With a pop of dopamine Yellow and Pink, our Mini is that little Tote chock full of chic. A floral escape musing the colours of the gardens of Kashmir, and their floral magnificence, we bring you the perfect technicolor Everyday Mini. For chic lunches and chicer brunches, with a wink and smile, and a punch of humour. The Mini is a cutie - a wardrobe must-have.

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India. My first vignette of it. A riot of light, colour and the maddening fragrance of flowers. It was the beginning of the festive season and everything smelt of Marigold and Jasmine and the Indian Rose. A haunting madness. A fragrant reminiscing, that carries along long after the moment is gone. But then India, for all its misconceptions and conceptions doesn’t have a cheat sheet. Nothing prepares you for it. And it’s only in coming face to face with India that one really gets it. Deeply and mostly with a moving ecstasy. But nothing remains more that India’s spirit for festivity. And the lingering scent of the Desi Gulab, Raat ki Rani and Genda among a million other spellbinding and wild scents. A walk along the morning flower market streets lined up with throngs of chameli, champa and endless flowers in endless hues reinforces the idea of a beautiful tradition and an almost time arching story of culture and human civilization. To know India in the end is a journey unlike any other. To experience and understand it’s floral magic is one such way. Ways of a journey we all must take at-least once.

. A pair of delightful chattering parrots have all the gossip there is to know. In a dazzling golden avatar, these gorgeous birdies are ready to tell you stories packed with all the punch in the world. Hand-embroidered the parrot duo in kasab, zari and resham simply enthrall. A Tote and a pochette to match.

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A love letter to our beloved Indian Tusker. And the story of friendship between Mark Shand and Tara. Mark’s dear darling girl. Tara. Art-chives pays tribute to the story of Mark Shand, the legendary conservationist and his beloved Elephant, Tara. A hallmark of true friendship. Hand-embroidered in the artisanal traditions of India, in sequin, kasab and aari, Tara tunes in a pop of glamour on cotton canvas with stunning contrast handles. Whispering, ‘I dream in India’. A timeless classic. Pair with a fabulous Pochette in a splash of colours. With a gold chain so you can sling it or use it as a cross body. Tara. This Art-chives special is for the most memorable journeys of life.

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Beach. Mountain. Jungle. Idyllic sea-towns or seductive playgrounds of the jet-set. Trekking the Himalayas or the adventure of a wild safari. Jet set in style with this globetrotter. The Traveller. Ready for your next trip.

. I dream in beaches

. Sun-kissed shores or seaside splendour, idyllic sea-towns or seductive playgrounds of the jet-set, our beach bag is a nod to the generosity of the shimmering oceans and a laid-back vibe. Fresh, free-spirited with the fragrance of the sea and sand. By the Tyrrhenian or the South Pacific, Sardinia or Fortei de Marmi, on the beaches of Rio or South Beach, this traveller is an instant chic-me-up. I dream in the Beaches.

. Sun-kissed shores or seaside splendour, idyllic sea-towns or seductive playgrounds of the jet-set, our beach bag is a nod to the generosity of the shimmering oceans and a laid-back vibe. Fresh, free-spirited with the fragrance of the sea and sand. By the Tyrrhenian or the South Pacific, Sardinia or Fortei de Marmi, on the beaches of Rio or South Beach, this traveller is an instant chic-me-up. I dream in the Beaches.

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