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There is a park in South Delhi where the city exhales. Nehru Park, Chanakyapuri — where the canopy closes over your head like a temple roof and the hum of traffic becomes, for a moment, someone else's concern. It was here, on an unhurried morning, that this piece was born.

Not from a brief. Not from a mood board. From a walk.

The artisan who painted this tote carried no sketch — only the memory of the morning light through the trees, the sound of birds in the branches, and the quiet question that only nature asks: what do we actually owe this world?

We can only live and let live, know what is need, and not just want, accept our sins and undo any wrong…

The Language of Pattachitra

Pattachitra — literally "cloth picture" in Sanskrit — is one of India's oldest narrative art forms, rooted in the temple traditions of Odisha. For over a thousand years, artisans known as chitrakars have told stories through bold outlines, intricate borders, and pigments derived from shells, stones, and plants. Every element is intentional. Every colour carries meaning.

In this piece, three figures — women dressed in the vivid costume of Pattachitra's classical vocabulary — reach towards branches, gather flowers, and rest in the shade. A peacock watches from the corner. The border is alive with its own rhythm of leaves and petals. The sky is the blue of open possibility.

It took 45 hours to paint. No machines. No shortcuts. Just a brush, a hand, and a tradition passed down through generations.

✦   The Poem on the Piece

Give some tree the gift of green again
Let one bird sing…
Give some tree the chance to drench in the rain
And enjoy the bounty of spring.
Give some tree the joy of bearing fruits
Which shall wither to bring their off-spring…
Give some tree the joy of spreading its roots
Firm below, upright above; akin to a king!

But who are we to give?
Who are we to grant?
The joy of life or even a song?
We can only live and let live,
Know what is need, and not just want,
Accept our sins and undo any wrong…
For…

It is the tree which gives us greens
Delights us, inspires us
Encouraging us thus…
Its branches harness,
The weight of lives;
Amidst those greens, the birds do sing!

It is the tree which creates the magical rains
Drenches us, fulfils us
Enamouring us thus…
The colours of flowers,
The humming of bees;
Amidst the melange, unfurls the beauty of spring!

It is the tree which bears the bountiful fruits
Nourishes us, feeds us
Enriching us thus…

The seeds of new life,
The promise of future;
The tree instils its own values in its offspring!

'Tis the tree anchors earth through its roots
Protects us, shelters us
Encompassing us thus…
It stands firm,
Stalls much harm;
Dutiful, kind, rooted and upright just like a king!
So…

Who are we to give?
Aren't we the ones being given?
We are only a part… not the supreme of all!
We only need to live
Be kind, humble and pray to be forgiven
We are only a part…nature is the mother of all!

A Tote That Carries a Philosophy

At Lahe Lahe, we believe that objects can be arguments. This tote argues — quietly, beautifully — that slowness is not a flaw in a world of speed. That hand-painted imperfection is more honest than machine-made perfection. That the stories our things carry matter as much as the things themselves.

The poem inscribed below the painting was written by the same hands that shaped this morning outing — a meditation on gratitude, on our smallness before nature, and on the radical simplicity of needing less. It is not decoration. It is the point.

Craft Tradition
Pattachitra — Odisha, 1,000+ Years
Time per Piece
45+ Hours, Fully Hand-Painted
Pigments
Earth-derived, natural, non-toxic
Canvas
100% Natural Cotton · 38×42cm
Artisan Bridge
QR code linking you to the maker's story
MOQ (B2B)
12 pieces · Custom branding available

Every Lahe Lahe tote carries a Digital Artisan Bridge QR on its back — scan it and meet the person who gave this 45 hours of their life. Their name. Their village. Their tradition. You are not buying a bag. You are choosing to be part of a longer story.

Arunima Chakravarty Khadikkar
Written & Conceived By
Arunima Chakravarty Khadikkar

Poet, artist, and collaborator with Lahe Lahe Collectives. Arunima's work explores the quiet conversation between nature, memory, and the hand-made. This poem was born on a morning walk through Nehru Park, Chanakyapuri — and painted, slowly, beautifully, from that same breath.

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