I still remember the day it began.
During the lockdown, when restrictions were finally eased, I had the chance to visit a small village in Rajasthan. There, I met an old weaver. His hands moved gently, almost rhythmically, over the loom, while his little granddaughter played with wooden blocks beside him.
He smiled warmly, but his words carried the weight of generations—
“Our craft is fading. I don’t know if she’ll continue. There’s no future in it anymore.”
That moment stayed with me. A legacy so rich, yet slipping quietly away.
And that’s when PurplePop was born.
