The First Fabric

Before design, there was feeling.

The first memory is chiffon — your teacher’s sari, your mother’s folds, your grandmother’s warmth.
You didn’t wear saris yet, but you touched them — drawn to their lightness.
It was intimacy. Care. Belonging.

You remember the sariwala at the door, his voice part of the house rhythm.
Your mother and grandmother laughing as fabrics unfolded,
the smell of attar and summer heat drifting through open doors.

Fabric became memory:
rustling trees, doors left ajar, saris unfurled like ritual.

A feeling that stayed.

This is where Sakkath begins:
textiles as memory, care, and belonging.

Glance Notes:

First memory Chiffon saris — the kind worn by schoolteachers and her grandmother —

were her first tactile encounter with fabric.

Childhood Scene: The sari-wala arriving, fabrics unfurling, summer wind through open doors —

fabric and family braided together in memory.

Everything had a Strong, specific smells — atar, tobacco, AC shops, even human scent —

all tied to her earliest memories of fabric.

Relational: Shopping was never just buying — it was laughter, joking, sitting together.

A tender ritual between women and the sari-wala.

Home felt like this Felt drawn to the innocence and genuineness of these interactions —

something she still seeks to carry in her work.

Early Imprint: Even as a child, she wanted to “support the sari-wala,” felt fascinated by design, color, smell —

the sensory world of textiles.

“Memory lives in fabric.”