My life
I was born in Fort Warangal, a historic town in the southern subcontinent, long admired for its ancient architectural monuments built entirely by human hands. From my earliest years, I was drawn to their surfaces. Not their scale, but their touch. Stone worked with such patience and devotion that it had become something impossibly smooth. Something alive.
That sensation, beauty born from human patience, never left me. It became everything.
I grew up with a deep love for clothing that I could never afford. From a humble family, clothing was always something I admired from a distance. Not the logos. Not the designs. The fabric itself. Even as a young boy, I was drawn to texture, to touch, to the feeling of something made with care.
I was formed by things I could not yet name. The smell of the earth after rain. The quiet of the fields at dusk. The particular dignity of the farming life I was born into. That world did not simply surround me. It made me. That pursuit eventually became GAVAN.
