Description

Anya’s corporate life in Delhi is a high-speed collision course, defined by twelve urgent alerts before breakfast and the bitter, barely registered taste of lukewarm coffee. Though she’s a successful marketing executive, the relentless hustle is leaving her with frayed nerves and the quiet, terrible realization that her entire existence is pulling apart at the seams. The immense pressure of a looming deadline is nothing compared to the feeling of being spiritually stalled.

It takes a simple, broken silk blouse to send her spiraling off the corporate grid and down into the damp, fragrant basement of Meera Jain. Meera, a master tailor, lives by the rhythmic, unhurried purr of her machine, her shop a sanctuary smelling of starch and jasmine—a complete counterpoint to Anya’s frantic world. Nava Rang is a beautifully observed novella about what happens when two women—one rushing toward the future, the other anchored in tradition—discover that the deepest, most necessary strength lies not in speed, but in the patient, perfect stitch.