The twirls of her skirt sprinkles, The rhythm of India's faith, twinkles.... The twirls of her skirt sprinkles, The rhythm of India's faith, twinkles....

Her washing line blooms with her morning’s labour, She takes time to unburden with the widowed ne... Her washing line blooms with her morning’s labour, She takes time to unburden...

The changing times bid goodbye to grannies and Their sweet smooth lullabies The changing times bid goodbye to grannies and Their sweet smooth lullabies

Yakshagana an ancient dance form Expresses different forms of human emotions Yakshagana an ancient dance form Expresses different forms of human emotions

All God's Are Mine, Can't You See That Blind? All God's Are Mine, Can't You See That Blind?

His materialism identifies me, His materialism identifies me,