The story of Indian fashion traverses millennia, one marked by the interplay of power, identity, and resistance. At the heart of this story, the medium of cloth has woven itself into the tapestry of Indian civilization to serve not only as a form of adornment but also as a tool of political maneuvering and cultural assertion.
Prestige was already attached to cloth in the Indus Valley Civilization around 2500 BCE. Archaeological finds of fine cotton fabrics reveal that weaving was not just a craft but a social status; mastery over thread symbolized mastery over community and trade. As empires flourished, textiles became an emblem of political might.
This integration of fabric and power found its zenith during the Mughal Empire, wherein textiles were, in fact, the very language of majesty. Silks embroidered with gold and silver thread, intricate brocades, and luminous muslins were crafted not merely to please the eye but to claim sovereignty. A robe from Akbar's court could speak to political might far better than words. When a brocade jama was given as a gift to a foreign envoy, it epitomized the wealth and artistic dominance of the empire. The magnificence of Mughal textiles was deliberate; grandeur itself became governance. To be in command of such luxury was to command loyalty and awe.
The magnificence of Mughal textiles was deliberate; grandeur itself became governance. To command such luxury was to command loyalty and awe. The shimmer of a court robe, the whisper of muslin in the breeze, the glow of zari under candlelight—all were performances of authority. In the Mughal world, to dress splendidly was not vanity; it was validation of divine right. The empire’s power did not only flow through armies and trade routes, but through threads, patterns, and textures that transformed cloth into empire itself.
But the same cloth that symbolized imperial glory later became a medium of exploitation under British rule. Immediately after the Battle of Plassey in 1757, the East India Company realized that the only way to break India's power was by breaking its looms. The systematic dismantling of Bengal's weaving industry-the pride of the subcontinent at one time-constituted not merely economic control but symbolic stripping of grandeur. The mutilation of weavers' hands and the flooding of markets with cheap British cloth turned fabric from a source of pride to an emblem of subjugation. Indeed, the grandeur of Indian textiles was not lost; it was stolen, turned against the people who created it.
It was Mahatma Gandhi who turned this story of loss into one of rebirth. His introduction of khadi was as much a political strategy as a deep reimagining of greatness. The spinning wheel of Gandhi-the charkha- became an emblem of moral strength and the dignity of a people. With khadi, he inverted the signs of power: the rough and lowly became exalted, the sacred, the sovereign.
Wearing khadi was an act of resistance, but it was also an act of reclamation. It returned agency to the millions who had been rendered powerless under industrial colonialism. The grandeur of khadi did not lie in its texture or price but in its meaning-it was a fabric that carried with it the strength of an awakened people. Leaders and freedom fighters, ordinary citizens-turned their bodies into political statements.
Every strand of handspun cotton challenged the empire's machinery; every garment worn became a declaration that dignity could not be imported.
To Gandhi, true greatness was moral, not material. In his renunciation of luxury lay a redefinition of it. The power was not in possession but in principle. Thus, khadi stood at the crossroads of politics and spirituality, a reminder that the finest fabric is one woven with conviction.
After 1947, as India rebuilt itself, the symbolism of cloth continued to shape its identity. Khadi was elevated from the garment of protest to the uniform of governance. The first generation of Indian leaders—Nehru, Patel, and others—used khadi and homespun cotton as visual affirmations of authority rooted in humility. When Nehru appeared in his minimalist, collarless jacket, he projected a modern, self-reliant India: elegant yet distinctly Indian. The “Nehru jacket” became a global icon of leadership—a new expression of grandeur through restraint.
Globalization brought luxury in Indian fashion in the late twentieth century, but the link between cloth and power persisted. The rise of Bollywood turned fabric into spectacle once more: the elaborate sari worn by every film heroine, the embroidered sherwanis worn by cinematic kings, re-awakened in most minds the imagination of empire as Mughal grandeur was translated into mass culture. Designers Ritu Kumar and Sabyasachi later furthered this inheritance, reclaiming handloom traditions as hallmarks of national sophistication.
In modern times, Bollywood and the fashion industry have reinvented this grandeur for a world audience. There are lavish lehengas, jeweled sarie, and handwoven silks that continue to denote prestige, but behind those, much the same dialogue between opulence and influence still lies.
The revival of interest in handloom and khadi under the banner of sustainability reflects another turn in this legacy: grandeur tied once more to conscience, with ethical craftsmanship displacing imperial excess.
But the sense of grandness is still deeply embedded in spectacle. We applaud the couture lehenga Deepika Padukone wears to the red carpet as a mark of elegance, yet we forget the quiet elegance of our grandmothers in their handwoven cotton saris-fabrics that were once as much about art and cultural pride. The stark contrast shows how power dictates what is beautiful: luxury wrapped in fame matters; the grandness of everyday heritage dissolves into nostalgia.
The artisans’ quest for recognition reminds us that with fabric, power and beauty have always been interwoven into those who weave it. Through empire, colonization, resistance, and globalization, one thing has remained the same: in India, cloth has always been power made visible. It is the shimmer of brocade in a royal court, the coarse spin of khadi on a village wheel, the crisp white of political resolve, and the opulent silk of cinematic spectacle.
To wear Indian fabric is to wear history — not the distant past, but a living, breathing legacy. Each strand carries the rhythm of a loom and the pulse of a people who have spun identity from thread. From the royal ateliers of Mughal courts to the hum of Gandhi’s charkha, from the dye-streaked hands of artisans to the global runways where tradition meets innovation — every weave tells a story of ambition and defiance, of memory and renewal.
Because in the end, power in India has never just been held — it has been worn.

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