Freedom Lessons in Cotton

My Indian grandmother’s hand-spun hopes guide my path today.

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I’ve loved the fragrance of Indian cotton as long as I can remember. My clothes, scarves, and cotton bags I bought over the years emit an evocative scent to this day. My memories of occasions, loved ones, and traditions weave together feelings of love, respect, and strength.




I share and explore my identity as an Indian-American woman through family stories, spices and more, combing the “foreign” with the familiar, in pursuit of inspired delight.

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