Slow, connected living is another treasure that I see (and experience in my own life) lessening as the years pass. My mind once again wanders to my grandmother, who warms charcoal on an open flame, before lovingly scenting every corner of the home with sweet bakhoor scents. Who carefully dries out fragrant fresh herbs and spices before grinding them down by hand in a pestle and mortar for optimal layers of flavour in her saalans. Romantically, I love the idea of this wholesome process, but have never found it in me to use anything other than pre-packaged, imported herbs and spices… My mother and grandmother both have a meticulous eye for detail, especially when it comes to textiles. They source and commission the finest hand embroidered designs on silks and chiffons to wear as saris and shalwar kamees outfits, favouring artisanal, slow fashion. The trends I see around me within my own generation in contrast are far more centred around quantity rather than quality, with fast fashion booming.
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