THE NANI
“My mother’s mother, my grandmother, was an exceptional woman and one of my greatest influences. She was exuberant, excessive and an absolute maximalist. She was never without her potli, a draw string pouch lined with a delicious pomegranate pink velvet. We spent the sweltering summer holidays together, and I remember her dipping into her handbag to buy us all kind of treats—ice-lollies, turmeric laced popcorn and matinee movies at the cinema.”
THE DADI
“My father’s mother was an austere and spiritual woman, stern in her white muslin saris and khadi potli—she spent the days and hours telling me all about the stories that made us. I remember her telling me the story of the Indian potli from our epics—one of the oldest bags in the world, the sack bag. From grand palaces to streets and bazaars, it is as ubiquitous as it can be precious. For me, the potli is undoubtedly India’s eternal bag de jour.”
A TALE OF TWO GRANDMOTHERS
“My grandmothers had a profound influence on me. Both exceptional women, they were the antithesis of each other. One taught me the power of minimalism, while the other showed me the dominance of maximalism.”
