The Origin Story
It is the silk cocoon before the thread. It is the palace walls that hold gold.
Every woman who has ever lost herself — in love, in someone else's story — understands what it means to begin again from the darkest place.
The silk came from memory. Her grandfather was the first man in his village to begin silk farming. When he passed, that story passed with him. No one carried it forward. She did.
In Bangalore, the palace stands in black and gold — ancient, structured, unapologetic. That is the language of this label.
Wear black. Rise from it.
