Long before roads were carved into the land or cities climbed into the sky, the Aravalis stood quietly — ancient, weathered, and full of memory. These mountains, among the oldest on the planet, have witnessed stories unfold over millennia. They’ve seen kingdoms rise and fall, heard hymns passed down through generations, and carried the footsteps of those who lived in rhythm with the land. From their ridges and valleys grew villages where stone wasn’t just a resource — it was a way of life. Artisans here didn’t just build with stone; they shaped it with meaning. Temples, homes, everyday objects — all carved by hand, not to impress, but to belong. Every mark had intention. Every form had soul. And it is from this landscape — shaped by wind, water, and will — that Dravia was born.