Hands That Hold Generations
In Arunachal, stories aren’t just told — they’re woven.
Hands that carry the warmth of many fires. Hands that move with the quiet hum of old looms. Hands that remember the whispers of mothers and grandmothers before them.
In a hidden room in Arunachal, each thread finds its place the same way stories do — slowly, patiently, without hurry.
No factory. No machine hum. Only memory and time, moving together.
What takes shape is not just cloth — it is lineage. It is belonging. It is a story you can hold.
Would you sit close enough to hear the cloth speak?
🌸 This moment unfolds on our Into the Wild Arunachal journey — where traditions live in hands, not history books.
