I can shake off everything as I write; my sorrows disappear, my courage is reborn. Anne Frank
My love affair with India began as a child with Indian parents who emigrated to a small town in Canada in the 60’s. My mother’s velvet curtain hair that skimmed her waist fascinated passersby. She draped herself in silk sarees in jewel tones and intricate golden embroidery.
I wore glass bangles that clinked as I ran in attire not meant for speed but freedom was always whispering in my ears.
Those childhood images are emblazoned in my heart.
Fast forward to grownup-hood where my passport stamps have collected globally but love brought me there for 6 incredible India years.
A month did not pass without a trip to South Mumbai to my favourite area, as I affectionately termed it, paper mecca. A place where colour, heritage traditions, and artistry wove magical paper artifacts. A favourite gift to friends, I decided years after moving back to the city,
to bring these delights for you to enjoy.
The Kagzi (derived from the word Kagaz which means paper) is a traditional method of combining different materials like wildflowers, leaves, silk threads, paper tree bark, jute, grass, and straw. This result being unique textures, uncommon colours, and paper that is natural to the touch.
Artisanal handmade papermaking techniques dating back to 3rd century B.C. Vintage designs from Indian art and history of flora and fauna.
10% of our profits go towards focused education initiatives to expand choices for the lives of girls. The power of the spoken, written and read word is the foundation of knowledge and its a birthright.
2017 you join the history books and like every chapter you had your 525600 moments. The word lava slowed as the head got clearer and quieter. The body took up emphatic space unapologetically. The universe leaned in to our resolve. As I rewind the tape, it was a year...