The Things We Inherit as Culture
- Aakriti Jain
- Apr 23
- 1 min read
I think I’ve started to distill culture in me. The object is me and the subject is me. Things are defined by long silhouettes cinching at the waist, sippi work and Resham threads that spreads close my heart like the tree of life.

Don’t get me wrong. It’s only a piece of cloth you’ll say. But it’s never just that for me. It’s my aunty’s connoisseur hands testing the thinnest of crepe, my father’s love of colours pale, my mother’s crisp memories of times when she’d alternate between two suits and my grandfather’s taste. I am objectified, I am home.
Dongre’s understated heavy work gives the perfect touch of elegance and versatility to my wardrobe. I can pick get for practically any occasion.
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