Kani Kashmiri Weaving

And the story begins in the womb of a snow clad valley…. where winters are severe, and making of wool cloth a practice from time immemorial... Reposed within, women of the household keep spinning Pashm into fine yarn.... fingers tending to the susceptibility of its gossamer fineness... it is a true ..

And the story begins in the womb of a snow clad valley…. where winters are severe, and making of wool cloth a practice from time immemorial... Reposed within, women of the household keep spinning Pashm into fine yarn.... fingers tending to the susceptibility of its gossamer fineness... it is a true ..

And the story begins in the womb of a snow clad valley…. where winters are severe, and making of wool cloth a practice from time immemorial... Reposed within, women of the household keep spinning Pashm into fine yarn.... fingers tending to the susceptibility of its gossamer fineness... it is a true ..

And the story begins in the womb of a snow clad valley…. where winters are severe, and making of wool cloth a practice from time immemorial... Reposed within, women of the household keep spinning Pashm into fine yarn.... fingers tending to the susceptibility of its gossamer fineness... it is a true ..

And the story begins in the womb of a snow clad valley…. where winters are severe, and making of wool cloth a practice from time immemorial... Reposed within, women of the household keep spinning Pashm into fine yarn.... fingers tending to the susceptibility of its gossamer fineness... it is a true ..

And the story begins in the womb of a snow clad valley…. where winters are severe, and making of wool cloth a practice from time immemorial... Reposed within, women of the household keep spinning Pashm into fine yarn.... fingers tending to the susceptibility of its gossamer fineness... it is a true ..

And the story begins in the womb of a snow clad valley…. where winters are severe, and making of wool cloth a practice from time immemorial... Reposed within, women of the household keep spinning Pashm into fine yarn.... fingers tending to the susceptibility of its gossamer fineness... it is a true ..

And the story begins in the womb of a snow clad valley…. where winters are severe, and making of wool cloth a practice from time immemorial... Reposed within, women of the household keep spinning Pashm into fine yarn.... fingers tending to the susceptibility of its gossamer fineness... it is a true ..

And the story begins in the womb of a snow clad valley…. where winters are severe, and making of wool cloth a practice from time immemorial... Reposed within, women of the household keep spinning Pashm into fine yarn.... fingers tending to the susceptibility of its gossamer fineness... it is a true ..

And the story begins in the womb of a snow clad valley…. where winters are severe, and making of wool cloth a practice from time immemorial... Reposed within, women of the household keep spinning Pashm into fine yarn.... fingers tending to the susceptibility of its gossamer fineness... it is a true ..

And the story begins in the womb of a snow clad valley…. where winters are severe, and making of wool cloth a practice from time immemorial... Reposed within, women of the household keep spinning Pashm into fine yarn.... fingers tending to the susceptibility of its gossamer fineness... it is a true ..

And the story begins in the womb of a snow clad valley…. where winters are severe, and making of wool cloth a practice from time immemorial... Reposed within, women of the household keep spinning Pashm into fine yarn.... fingers tending to the susceptibility of its gossamer fineness... it is a true ..