The Zari Way

People often ask how Zari began.

There wasn’t really a grand plan.

Just a growing affection for certain kinds of places.

A piece of land in Jawai that slowly came back to life.

An old house in Coonoor that had seen more monsoons than most people.

A home in Kerala where the river had always been part of everyday life.

And a uttarakhand-lodge in the foothills that made it very easy to stay another day.

None of these places looked alike.

And they certainly didn’t belong together on paper.

But somehow they felt familiar.

Perhaps because they had been loved.

Perhaps because they had stories to tell.

Or perhaps because they had never tried to be anything other than themselves.

Over the years, we realised that we kept being drawn to places like these.

Places that made us curious.

Places that made us ask questions.

Places that stayed in our minds long after we had left.

Zari is simply a collection of such places.

And we hope to find a few more.

Perhaps It’s Time

A collection of places. Tell us where you would like to begin.