Deepak adjusted his Botticelli cotton shirt, enjoying how soft it felt. It was Pongal morning, and he stood outside his family’s farmhouse, looking at the endless rows of cotton fields. Those fields were not just land; they were his father’s life’s work.

Arjun’s father, Ramu, had spent years taking care of the soil, planting cotton seeds, and making sure the crops grew well. His hands were rough and strong from all the work he had done. As a child, Arjun loved joining his father in the fields, learning how much effort went into farming.

Now, Arjun lived in the city and worked in an office, wearing neatly pressed formal printed shirts. But every time he wore his Botticelli shirt, he thought of his roots. The cotton in his shirt came from his father’s fields, and it reminded him of the sacrifices his father had made.