A Love Affair With Handloom… Now And Forever
My love for handloom has always surrounded me, even when I didn’t recognize what it was. When I look back, the trajectory of my life has been primed with a definitive (if not obvious) guide to embrace handloom as my profession, and my passion. As a little girl, I remember my mother instilling in me the beauty of colour and fabric through her fascination for flowers, clothing, and hues alike. She would celebrate the blooming of any flower in our garden. I like to think that I have eternalized her love for flowers through my designs that always favour floral designs and prints. She has also remained my biggest fan and my severest critic when it comes to my choice of attire. My mother and father have always been particular about dressing, a habit that has been passed down to them (and to my sisters and I) from their families. This holds particularly true for my patriarchal side; well-recognised aristocrats in Rewa, Madhya Pradesh who loved their fabrics and textile and celebrated the in
