Six yards. Generations of hands.

A saree, for me, has never just been a garment. Each one arrives carrying a region, a technique, a family of weavers, a season someone spent at a loom. When I drape one, I'm wearing time.

Working in this space has been a way to stay close to something tangible while the rest of my work lives in code and abstraction. The loom doesn't care about your roadmap. The thread either holds or it doesn't.

What I keep learning

That craft has its own form of intelligence. That a slower process can carry more meaning than a faster one. That the people who make beautiful things rarely call themselves artists — they just show up to the work.

I think about the weavers often. Most of what I love about a saree was decided long before I ever saw it.