There’s a pair of orange socks that started all of this. Made by hand by a grandmother in the Himalayan foothills of Uttarakhand. Worn by her daughter, then passed forward. They fit perfectly. They were soft in a way that shop-bought socks never are. And they carried a warmth that had nothing to do with the wool. That’s the feeling at the heart of slow fashion — & it’s exactly what’s missing from a world of ₹299 fast fashion hauls, next-day deliveries & clothes that fall apar