Freedom Lessons in Cotton

My Indian grandmother’s hand-spun hopes guide my path today.

Photo by Aditya Wardhana on Unsplash

I’ve loved the fragrance of Indian cotton as long as I can remember. My clothes, scarves, and cotton bags I bought over the years emit an evocative scent to this day. My memories of occasions, loved ones, and traditions weave together feelings of love, respect, and strength.