A Quiet Celebration.

A Quiet Celebration.

I wake up in the morning and outside, a New Year is born. With a newborn sun beaming in a new sky. Unlike before as a young adult when this day felt grandiose, to me now as someone stepping into her forties, this first, fresh day of the year feels like a quiet celebration. A celebration that is born of my relationship with the many New Years that have come, grown old with me and departed. Only to return, dressed as new - A New Year. That, which is both age-old and forever new - like me and everything around me. 
February 14, 2023 — Dipna Daryanani
For a struggling mom, from a mom who struggled

For a struggling mom, from a mom who struggled

Dear struggling mom,

There is a word in the dictionary that describes the process of becoming a mother. It’s called matrescence. (Still largely unexplored in the medical community)

Well I didn’t know that until recently but am glad they gave some due to the mother who goes through a lot but often is ignored or tends to ignore herself. 

A lot of us are having or have had our own share of challenges in having a baby. Everyone’s journey is their own. You can’t really compare it with anyone else’s. But I think it teaches you to be kind and empathetic to the fellow tribe of women who have a baby or who may not have one out of choice or otherwise. 

My own personal journey of having a baby was not very easy. I struggled to conceive because of certain conditions. I have had PCOD since I was 23-24 years old. After a lot of medications and tests, I realised I would need surgery before I could have a baby. The yearning to have a baby for a couple of years and this whole journey to get there just made my dream more distant. And the whole mental toll it took was quite a challenge.

January 31, 2023 — Dipna Daryanani
Tags: motherhood
Winter Sun

Winter Sun

Somedays, I go for solitary morning walks wrapped in my shawl.
The winter garden is faded with fog
and the wind among the branches
of the wayside trees is solemn and still.

I slip out of my kolhapuris 
and walk barefoot on the dew-bathed grass.
Cold slowly starts to seep into me,
making me one with the wintry earth.

High on the trees, some birds begin to sing.  
I take a deep breath and exhale,
the evidence of being alive comes out of my mouth
as a visual breath, like a cloud. 
A daughter’s memory of her father’s slow-cooked kheer

A daughter’s memory of her father’s slow-cooked kheer

Rain clouds have emptied themselves, returning the sky to a washed, bright blue hue. Dragonflies fill the air and the unmissable saffron of genda (marigold) flowers sitting in wicker baskets on roadside stalls beckon the most-awaited festival of autumn - Diwali. 

As the moon wanes into amavasya in the night sky preparing for the luminous festival, the memory of my childhood Diwalis come to mind. As a little girl, after I’d bathed and dressed for the festivity, the first scene in the morning that welcomed me every year when I entered the kitchen was my father in his crisp, white kurta pyjama squatting in front of an old kerosene stove. 

The magic of handloom

The magic of handloom

Taking you through some of the behind the scenes of our The Earth Laughs in Flowers collection.
4 years in a row now that we’ve been working with the weavers of Maheshwar in Madhya Pradesh, India to hand weave fabrics and sarees for our annual festive edit filled with beautiful, comfortable and timeless ethnic outfits for babies, children and women. 
Finally this year, after 2 years of pandemic, we got to visit the artisans and spend time with them in February.
YES! That's how early our collection preparations start. In fact it’s been almost 11 months since we started working on this ethnic wear collection. 
Here’s sharing some memories from the trip that make me value handloom textiles in an absolutely new light.
Rain and Books

Rain and Books

Dark clouds have rolled in. The wind howls outside rattling our eleventh floor windows. Rain has come, making the world wet with its falling. It’s my favourite time of the year, but also a time when all our outings feel rationed. We are indoors so much more. And our hearts pursue a slower, succulent everyday. In the monsoon, we begin our days by lighting diyas around the house. That comforting, flickering glow is like a familiar hand - holding and walking us into the season. Charcoal bits sprinkled with Sambrani dust sit inside a dhuni. When burnt, the scented fumes saunter through the rooms. It is beautiful how when it rains, everything goes quieter. And the quietness coaxes us to pause and gaze at rain scribbling on windowpanes. Then, there are books that we read when it rains. Books and rain that go well with each other. Like best friends.
Behind the scenes of hand block-printing

Behind the scenes of hand block-printing

The clarity of working with and supporting communities of artisans has always been part of Love the World Today’s vision. To really celebrate textile art and promote it through our designs is something that Dipti and I hold very close to our hearts.

As we are inching closer to launching our new cotton hand block-printed festive edit ‘This Little Light of Mine’ and seeing this beautiful collection come to life, here’s taking you on a behind the scenes journey from our trip to our new artisans and showing you what goes behind bringing something to life.

Memories of childhood - a photo story

Memories of childhood - a photo story

Memories of childhood - a photo story by Nirmala Mayur Patil.

Memories as soft as muslin, woven on the loom of slow days - wishing on stars, swinging under the trees, gazing out of windows, leaving flower gifts in unthinkable places, hiding between curtains, making art on pavements, celebrating sweet messes, tiptoeing, scribbling, having long conversations with secret friends, and believing in fairies.’

Love the world today

Love the world today

Spring has slowly ripened into summer. The earth is moving-in closer to the sun and the air is unbearably humid. Even as we go about our days with sticky skin and fretting minds, the Gulmohar tree bent with flowery clusters, resounds with the Koel’s song. I look out from my window, lured. A sweet respite amidst the sharp heat. And a beautiful reminder to love this world for the songs it sings for us. 
May 11, 2022 — Dipna Daryanani
Handwoven with and in love - All about my wedding outfits!

Handwoven with and in love - All about my wedding outfits!

The wedding landscape is changing big time. Everyone is making it their own in their own little ways. And clothes form a big part of that identity, Whether you choose a pant suit, a cotton saree or a full blown designer lehenga, each choice is a story that you carry. Choose responsibly. Because our love stories have the power to impact the world and our wedding outfits are part of that impact in the way we hold space, in the way we support the world at large, in the way we break generational patterns, in the way we choose to look back at our wedding day.
Making our own Diwali rituals

Making our own Diwali rituals

Being born and brought up in India and then moved to the United States, I realise that how I see festivities is so different from how my children see them. 
Every year around major festivities I question myself how do we celebrate these in a way that my kids resonate with them and carry it forward
‘I want to be your trampoline.’

‘I want to be your trampoline.’

None of us saw this coming. It all seemed like something that was happening so far away, where we could have the emotional space to take a moment to feel sad for what was happening to people around the world, take a moment to romanticise the spirit of humanity looking at the Italians in their balconies. Heck, even take a moment to laugh at and forward memes.
March 23, 2020 — Dipna Daryanani