{ E.D.I.T.O.R.I.A.L} Songs of my garden

Hello folks,

My heart is filled with gratitude as i pen this post . It has been wonderful receiving the honour of the 50 most influential content marketing professionals in India for 2018. Keep showering your support as always and i hope i can create exciting content for you to enjoy!

This is my new series as we end the year - Songs of my garden. Inspired by Tuscan gardens , shot in South Africa featuring my current finds- Designer , high -street and fleamarkets. This look is shot by my better half Nik and exactly why it has brought out the best in me! You rock, love <3 p="">

Featuring Delhi- based conscious designer Shubhda Priyam- her label Juanita is everything simple yet luxury. They say a designer is inspired by their surroundings . In my case, Juanita's organic cotton dress inspired the shoot and the blogpost. This dress has traveled from Delhi to Bombay and then to South Africa and i waited patiently all this while to create this story. Hope you enjoy it as much as i did shooting for it. To see her collection visit her instagram page/ Facebook page - she retails through exhibitions and through online portals like Jaypore.

From the designer's desk : 

"The label Juanita (wah-NEE-Tah) is a Godsend for lovers of minimalism. The designer clothing is comfortable yet elegant with pure colors that resonate with your heart to bring joy and confidence. The textile used is (from the weavers of Bihar – one of the oldest inhabited places in the world with a rich cultural history going back to 3000 years) environment friendly and it encourages others to instill care regarding the state of our planet.
‘Eco – friendly lifestyle is a new sustainable change in life’.
In Juanita, particular attention is paid to quality, skill, craftsmanship and care. We are empowering the person who makes these breathable fabrics that works in variety of style." 

"Songs of my garden " 

 I cannot forget the robin’s song on one chilly morning of December - I ran to the garden in my pristine night gown- all of silk , ignoring the sharp rose-bush thorns rubbing against my bare feet- if only the gardener didn’t fall sick. A few steps and I’d lost my beautiful robe in the bush & my feet bore signs of tear- dear Stranger - I saw your golden hair shining in the break of dawn , as you vanished like morning dew. I haven’t heard the robin sing the same song ever again and I wake up before sunrise wishing to re-live that scene again . I open the door and walk in my new robe hoping to see you again. The gardener takes better care of the rose bushes and I sleep with my silk shoes on so I don’t run bare feet again ..........But what about the sweet pain that remains , hoping I’ll see you again .......

Till next time, CIAO! 

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