APSARAS

The Apsaras, celestial embodiments of grace and beauty, have long symbolized divine elegance in Indian lore. At Old School Rituals, the nine Apsaras reflect tradition, care and timeless heritage. Each embodies rituals of beauty and self-care passed down through generations. Together, they celebrate beauty that endures.

Sarasa knows exactly what she wants. A natural charmer, she insists on being herself in a world that constantly asks her to be otherwise. She makes music and listens across eras, revering the ragas of maestro Tansen while joyfully belting jazz like a smoky-voiced singer in 1950s Paris. She will try anything once, fears no challenge, and rarely loses an argument. No wonder they call her a firecracker.

Sarasa

There is a misconception about nymphs, that they live only on stardust and moonlight. Nothing could be further from the truth, especially for playful Leela, who spent much of her youth in the warm, humid mangroves of the northern Terai. She considers herself an authority on the king of fruits. From Alphonso to Sindhoora and Gulab Khaas to Himsagar, no mango escapes her delight. Sweet and childlike, Leela is always ready for a feast.

Leela

Daughters often reflect their mothers, and Seeta is a living embodiment of this. She cares for everyone around her with a gentle, maternal warmth. Her language of love is nurturing others. From celebrating every festival to preparing healing blends that ward off negativity and the evil eye, Seeta preserves old ways in their purest form. She welcomes change yet believes deeply in time-honored practices passed carefully across generations.

Seeta

Mandara grew up among wise women who practiced elaborate rituals of self and community care. Her younger cousins admire her, for she adds a touch of sparkle to her own beauty routines. She radiates health with luminous skin and thick, dark hair. Yet it is her glamorous, playful sense of fashion that turns heads whenever she steps outside. For Mandara, looking beautiful means expressing herself and standing apart from the crowd.

Mandara

As a child, Radha did not play with dolls. She spent hours in her father’s workshop, studying every herb, root, and leaf she could find. Her endless questions often tested the patience of the weary physician, yet she persisted. Boldly experimenting with unusual ingredients, she created potent blends that impressed him. Today she is a vidushi in her own right, known for her deep knowledge of natural chemistry, skin science, and alchemy.

Radha

From her father’s manor in the Welsh countryside to the rocky lands of Golconda, Rosy’s life has been an adventure. This land is now her home, and she delights in uncovering its stories and customs. With friends Sarasa and Leela, she learns the treasures of spices and mangoes. Blending her European Christian heritage with Indian traditions, this alchemist at heart creates new wonders. Each day in her Hyderabad palace feels like a celebration.

Rosy

Barely into her twenties, Rukmini is wise beyond her years. She carries the grace of queens and knows the forests along the southern coasts intimately. Long walks through the jungle are her solace, accompanied by squirrels, foxes, songbirds, and a mischievous little monkey. She works with rare, precious ingredients drawn from nature’s bounty. Heiress to her ancestors’ forest kingdom, Rukmini safeguards its secrets and honors them through her rituals.

Rukmini

Meera’s modern spirit sets her apart in the world of royals. A cherished Nizami princess, she grew up hearing stories of her great aunt, a Begum and favored wife of the last Nizam of Hyderabad. From her she learned refined nazakat, cultural etiquette, and beauty rituals that preserved grace across generations. For Meera, royalty is not only privilege but responsibility, upheld through tradition, dignity, and the quiet elegance of heritage.

Meera

True to her name, Maya delights in weaving palaces of illusion through her imagination. She reads tales of distant lands and forgotten eras, living among her many muses. Wandering through forests or along the banks of the Godavari, she imagines mythical creatures greeting her with stories. Part Rapunzel, part Snow White, part Thumbelina, she dreams freely, waiting for a prince charming to someday find his way into her heart.