When you think about the women who inspire you — in your family, your community, or your craft — what qualities come to mind?
Of all the questions, this one is the hardest to put into words. I am deeply inspired by so many amazing women around me and they all carry so many inspiring traits and qualities that it's hard to put them into a succinct list. I often dream of writing a book about the women I look up to - from the women who’ve shaped my life like my Mum - Uma, to my first caretaker Sarasu Aaachi, to my sister Divya, to the women whose words and works are shaping the collective like Maya Angelo, Vandana Shiva, I have a never ending list.
When I think of the women who inspire me, I think of women who carry an unshakable knowing that love and care are forces of transformation. I also think they balance it with fierceness and the wisdom that flows through their stories, prayers, poetry, and gestures passed to the next generation.
Most of the women I look up to embody their eldership. They wear it with grace and grit. Through them, I’m reminded that strength and tenderness can co-exist.
You wore our Jasmine Midi in Shell and Bhoomi Maxi in Onyx so beautifully. How did you feel in these pieces while cooking and moving through your space?
When I wore the beautiful clothes from Daughters of India, I felt an immediate sense of ease and comfort. Growing up, I would often hear my grandfather speak of Ayurvastra, much less known to the Western world, it is the Indian science of clothing, where fabric is experienced as medicine. Rooted in Ayurveda, it’s the art of using natural fibres, herbs, and dyes to support the body’s physical, emotional, and energetic wellbeing. He would talk about how our Ancestors understood that what touches our skin communicates directly with our energy. They wore garments with few or no stitches, sarees, dhotis alike — allowing the fabric to move freely with the body, unbroken, whole. In that simplicity was profound intelligence and harmony. Wearing these pieces felt like stepping into that memory.
The fabric is so alive that it almost breathes with you. I felt grounded yet fluid, feminine yet strong. I felt confident. There was a deep comfort, an ease that reminded me how clothing, when made consciously can truly become a form of care. It is also such a special feeling to wear something handmade from my motherland.
And then, a small sadness washed through me, for how far modern fashion has drifted from this wisdom. In a world that's being taken over by polyester and fast fashion, these garments feel like a blessing, reminding me that just like our clay pots, there is yet another way healing can happen when we return to the old ways.