The Ray’s land swayed to the lullaby of the lyricist with rivulets of emotions finding their faces.
Specs of art strewn canvasses entwined in chords of maestro’s “sangeet” engulfed the stretch of lawns astride the school of free thought.

The speaking pots on wonder wheels,  the muses of mono string beetles , the vibrant colours of fabrics of varied lengths and the fluttering free goers  flying in trance sets up this landscape at par with His House. Pretty faces, peaceful braces, divine dances and driving totos …Culture at its civilized best, appears as if that revered kingdom returned with its prime.