For the love of textiles, For the love that was so juvenile,
Sustainable threads, a cherished attire, As Earth's blue hues ignite a gentle fire.
Wrapped snug in my beloved wares, Yearning to share, to reveal and declare.
From Dharamshala's lanes to Pushkar's fold, Found kindred spirits, their stories bold.
Hand in hand with artisans, hearts entwined,
Namaste! Wildalaya, dreams aligned.
A journey of love, a nostalgic spree, In each woven piece, sweet memories free.
Wildalaya was born.