"I spent three months in Nagaland a year ago. There’s something truly magical about the North-East. Within every ridge and crevice, lies a story, a memory... Their melodies are strung with tales of valour and humanity. I bought these shawls as I was leaving Nagaland. In its weave, I discovered poetry. There’s purpose and an ancestral identity immortalised in every colour. It reminds me of my time there; of kindness peering through the eyes of azu; of a drifting memory piercing through the heart of a wanderer".
Thank you so much Akshatha for this beautifully woven story.