Chitrangada, that warrior princess who proclaimed “The flower of my desire shall never drop into dust before it has ripened to fruit”. Today, Chitragadas are not princess anymore. You will not find them inside the palace. You have to search at the margins of metropolis followed by some dark alleys. They are living in a big square single room. All twenty-one of them. The flowers of their desires are not ripened to fruit anymore. But the character, the piercing eyes of worrier woman, endures the taste of time. They still have dreams to see the world. It is our commitment to shape their desires to reality before its turn into dust. https://youtube/watch?v=3HeMJGxSrbQ
Posted on: Sun, 05 Oct 2014 07:12:28 +0000