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It began not in a studio or a boardroom, but under the golden light of an Indian afternoon.

On a family visit to show our roots to our children, we wandered through a small weaving village where the air was alive with the rhythms of wooden looms and the scents of dye and earth. Our daughter watched those weathered hands create magic from thread and whispered, "Why do the people who make such beauty live with so little?"