Fibre

Long time ago, there was a king of Sindh, who like any other king, was fond of royal luxuries and used to sleep on a new bedspread everyday. One day, when his servant was about to change the bed sheet, the king stopped him, saying “Aaj Rakh” (keep it today); he had liked it so much. It was a beautif..

Long time ago, there was a king of Sindh, who like any other king, was fond of royal luxuries and used to sleep on a new bedspread everyday. One day, when his servant was about to change the bed sheet, the king stopped him, saying “Aaj Rakh” (keep it today); he had liked it so much. It was a beautif..

Long time ago, there was a king of Sindh, who like any other king, was fond of royal luxuries and used to sleep on a new bedspread everyday. One day, when his servant was about to change the bed sheet, the king stopped him, saying “Aaj Rakh” (keep it today); he had liked it so much. It was a beautif..

Long time ago, there was a king of Sindh, who like any other king, was fond of royal luxuries and used to sleep on a new bedspread everyday. One day, when his servant was about to change the bed sheet, the king stopped him, saying “Aaj Rakh” (keep it today); he had liked it so much. It was a beautif..

From the plateaus of Madhya Pradesh, to the arid Thar Desert of Rajastha, to those of salt along the coastal lines of Arabian sea in Kutchh... she pulled a fistful of inspiration from where ever her clan moved, to embellish her ‘Odhni’ and ‘Ghagra’ with it. Champa, Dhola maru, Jalam Buta, Mirchi and..

From the plateaus of Madhya Pradesh, to the arid Thar Desert of Rajastha, to those of salt along the coastal lines of Arabian sea in Kutchh... she pulled a fistful of inspiration from where ever her clan moved, to embellish her ‘Odhni’ and ‘Ghagra’ with it. Champa, Dhola maru, Jalam Buta, Mirchi and..

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 ..