In the valley of Kashmir — where the breeze carries the scent of saffron, the sound of flowing rivers blends with the rhythm of life, and the chinar leaves turn gold with every autumn — a quiet art has been blooming for centuries.

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That art is Aari embroidery.​

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Our story begins here, not in a studio or a store, but in homes where grandmothers embroidered under the warm glow of a kangri, where every motif had a meaning, and every stitch was a prayer of patience, love, and heritage.