We called it thambli on a hot day. Rasam when the body felt tired. Green gram curry for energy. The smell of mustard seeds cracking in gingelly oil or Koththamalli was all the remedy we needed. Food was wholesome in every way. The hands that shaped us knew what we needed, without fanfare or fuss.
That’s the kind of wellness Roswods believes in. Not a wellness aisle. Not a trend. A way of life that is intuitive, affordable, and inclusive.
But somewhere along the way, wellness became marketing material. It became something packaged, exported, and made premium. What was once made in earthen pots by grandmothers now comes in polished labels for triple the price.
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