Last December I spent three weeks in Bhuj, in the dusty workshop lanes behind the old fort walls, watching Kamalben Khatri work. Her fingers moved faster than I could follow — pinch, bind, pinch, bind — each motion pulling a tiny fold of silk into a thread loop so tight it would resist dye for days. By the time she finished one odhni, she had tied 78,000 dots. She did not count them. Her fingers knew.