Before skincare became formulas and labels, it was care.
It was my daadi’s gentle hands, mixing haldi with love.It was my naani’s patience, reminding me that good things take time.Skincare, back then, wasn’t rushed — it was a ritual, a moment of pause, a quiet promise of care.
As I grew older, the world around skincare changed. Shelves filled up. Claims grew louder. But somewhere in that noise, I felt something was missing — the soul of skincare.