The scent of coconut oil still takes me back to my childhood — to warm summer evenings spent on the veranda, sitting cross-legged between my grandmother’s knees as she gently massaged oil into my scalp.

She would hum old folk songs while my aunties prepared herbal concoctions in the kitchen, drying amla and brahmi leaves under the sun. Their laughter echoed through the courtyard as they argued over whose recipe was better, who used more hibiscus petals, and whose batch made hair grow faster. I didn’t know it then, but those moments were sacred — rituals of love passed down through generations.

Every Sunday was a celebration of care. A head massage was not just a beauty practice, but a way to show affection, to connect, to heal. My grandmother believed that healthy hair came from healthy roots — in the scalp and in life.

Years later, as I navigated the fast-paced world far from home, I found myself longing for that touch, that smell, that sense of grounding. That longing gave birth to RootSutra — a tribute to the women who came before me, and the traditions they held so dearly.

Today, each bottle of RootSutra carries their wisdom — lovingly handcrafted, made with the same herbs and oils that once stained my grandmother’s sari and perfumed my aunties’ hair. This is more than just oil. It’s a legacy in a bottle.

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From my roots to yours,
With love,

Kavita

Founder, RootSutra