selling bamboo

My grandmother taught me to weave bamboo the way her mother taught her—fingers moving like memories, each strand a story. When I moved to the city, I nearly forgot those afternoons in her Tamil village home, watching dust dance through sunlit windows. Last year, I started selling my baskets at the market. A friend introduced me to PaybookClub, where craftspeople track orders and connect with customers. Suddenly, my heritage wasn't just nostalgia—it was breathing, growing, reaching people hungry for authentic handmade beauty. Now families use my baskets in their homes. My grandmother smiles differently these days, knowing our craft survives through us.