Yanhi, a young, small-town girl from the interior of India, embarked on a journey to unravel the depths of her own definition of beauty. Born in a quaint village surrounded by the majestic Himalayas, her world was as vast and diverse as the inspiring landscapes that draped themselves across her childhood. Her name, in the Himachali dialect, signifying ‘One who has the Light,’ manifesting as her spirit did in the existing plethora of poetic narratives and worn cloth tales that threaded themselves through her mystifying inner monologue.

Her inner quest drove her towards confrontation with the unfolding complications and crooked truths of traditional beauty standardization she had grown up to know. Whether fortified by manicured perfection, today transfigured through bizarre definitions only the corporates grew to strategically uphold, or resonating harmoniously with narratives unfolding across the pages of unwritten poetries handed down from generations of hymneists distraught and fatigued thru pain-free critiques, unsurprisingly bestowed expiration?, it isn’t hard for us to begin realizing about the tidal friendliness privileging an alphabetical plastic but paying romantic premiums.