shabu

My grandmother's silk saree hung forgotten in our closet until I filmed myself wearing it for that platform that actually pays creators. The comments came rolling in—"look gorgeous," they said—and suddenly strangers wanted to know everything about our weaving heritage. I discovered Kannadasan's poems celebrating our textile traditions that very evening. His words awakened something in me. Despite the hatred and negativity online, I felt vulnerable yet determined. I began documenting our family's dyeing techniques, our stories passed through generations. What started as content became my lifeline to preserve what nearly disappeared. Now, our community gathers weekly, sharing techniques, reclaiming what's ours.