Created by lineage of artists and perfected by eternal traditions when I got my identity as an original pashmina shawl, everything seemed royal to me. In our clan eternal bliss is interwoven in us. The persona we grace also gets integrated with them. It came to me as no surprise when I was gifted to the matriarch of a reputed family by her loved ones. Immediately we gelled together and became soul mates. Marriages, celebrations, occasions, her wardrobe embraced me with equal love and compassion. All was well for many moons but soon we realized we both were ageing.

I was kept in a dark place, it made me lose all hopes of seeing the light of the day. Torn and ragged I began to lose sense of time. Then one day what seemed an eternity I saw the sunlight and soon found myself in a different environment. After some time, I got overwhelmed, knowing that I was at Guardini under expert care that understood my pain and handled me with respect and dignity. Within days I started to feel lively again. The torn areas were invisibly darned to even the most discerning eye. I got my pride back, my identity back and of course my home at the shoulder of the matriarch. Now I am part of the family legacy, all ready to grace the generations.