The Price of Things

The Price of Things

A Founder's Note by Nitin Pamnani


Every October, the emails arrive. They land in my inbox with the quiet insistence of crows on a terrace railing, one after another, each one carrying the same question in its beak. "So what's your Diwali sale plan?"

We don't have one. We haven't had one for sixteen years. iTokri has never run a discount. Not a coupon code. Not a flash sale. Not a festival markdown. Not once. Not even when a warehouse was full and the monsoon was slow and the numbers looked like they might swallow us. The reason is not principle. It is arithmetic. Our artisans are paid honestly. Our margins cover operations: a team, a warehouse, the cost of moving a thing from the hands that made it to the hands that will wear it. There is no fat in the chain. A discount would have to come from somewhere, and in our model, the somewhere is the weaver. That is a trade-off we will not make. Everything else in this letter follows from that single fact.


Here is what happens to a Chanderi dupatta.

A woman in Chanderi, Madhya Pradesh, a town so small that the lake is the most important civic fact about it, sits at a handloom. The loom is wider than she is tall. She weaves silk-cotton in a pattern that has a name, in a language that the Fashion Industry does not speak. The dupatta takes shape thread by thread, with the particular slowness of things that cannot be rushed without being ruined.

When it is done, a middleman arrives. He buys it. He knows the price. She knows the price. They both know the price is wrong, but this is how it has been, and the word for "how it has been" is not tradition. It is Arrangement. The middleman sells it to another middleman. Who sells it to a wholesaler. Who sells it to a retailer. By the time a woman in Bombay picks it up, the dupatta has travelled through four or five hands and each hand has taken its cut, and the price has been marked up four to six times, and the weaver has received a fraction so thin it would be embarrassing to print.

(In polite retail circles, this fraction is called "cost of goods." In less polite circles, it is called what it is.)

When we sell the same dupatta on iTokri, the weaver ships it to our facility in Gwalior. We photograph it, catalogue it, list it, pack it, ship it. One step. So when a brand runs a 40% Diwali discount, I find myself doing arithmetic. Where did that 40% come from? Either the price was Invented, marked up in anticipation of being marked down, which is a kind of theatre. Or someone in the chain is absorbing the loss. A silent someone. A someone who does not have a social media account or a seat at any panel about the Future of Indian Retail.


We started in Gwalior. Not Bangalore, not Bombay. Gwalior, Madhya Pradesh, a city not on the conference circuit. We bootstrapped. No venture capital. No angel rounds. Every rupee of growth came from actual orders, from actual customers paying actual prices for products that were actually worth what they cost.

Bootstrapping does something to your brain. It makes pricing sacred. You cannot burn money to acquire customers who will leave the moment the discount stops. Discount-tourists, passing through your business like buses through a town, leaving nothing behind but exhaust. You are forced to build something where the product justifies the price and the customer returns because the cloth was honest, and they could feel it.

We grew to ten thousand artisans this way. Five hundred craft clusters. A hundred thousand listed products. Customers in eight countries. Slowly, and then not so slowly. Like a river that is not in a hurry because it knows where the sea is.


At iTokri, ninety-five percent of our operations team are women from economically disadvantaged backgrounds in and around Gwalior. This is not a CSR line item. This is not that.

These women run the business.

They catalogue a hundred thousand products, which means they can tell whether a fabric is Ajrakh block-printed in Barmer or screen-printed in Jaipur by looking at the reverse side. (The reverse side. Not the front. The front is where the performance happens. The reverse side is where the truth lives.) They catch when a Bandhani tie-dye is machine-stamped instead of hand-tied, a difference invisible to most customers but fundamental to the meaning of the word "handmade." They pack and ship five hundred orders daily from a facility in a city most of our customers cannot locate on a map.

Our sixteen years without discounts exist because of these women. Without that sentence, nothing else in this letter is true.


Every October and November, competitors run markdowns. 40% off. 50% off. Buy 2 Get 1 Free. The entire e-commerce ecosystem screams Price in the particular high-pitched voice that Price uses when it has nothing else to say.

The customer who buys the "60% off" stole has bought a story. The thrill is not in the stole. The thrill is in the Saving. It is a theatre of generosity staged by people who have already calculated, to the last paisa, exactly how much generosity they can afford. And when the stole arrives, thin, screen-printed, the colours bleeding in the first wash like a secret that can't hold, the story falls apart, but quietly, in a bathroom, where nobody is keeping score.

The discount-driven customer does not come back. Their loyalty was to the discount, not to the cloth.

The customer who pays full price for a handwoven thing, who chose it without the theatre, without the countdown clock, returns. Not because of loyalty programs or retargeting. Because the thing was good. And they knew it when they touched it.


A discount is not a marketing lever. It is a statement about what your product is worth.

When you list a Bandhani silk dupatta at two thousand eight hundred rupees and mark it down to fourteen hundred during a sale, you have told the customer that fourteen hundred is the real price. Everything above that was performance. Air. You have also told the artisan, the woman in Bhuj who spent two days tying each knot by hand, whose fingertips are calloused from the thread, that her time is worth half of what you originally claimed. You have taken two days of her life and, with a cheerful red banner on a website, cut them in half.

We decided early that we wouldn't make that statement. It was not a dramatic decision. Nobody stayed up all night. It was obvious, the way certain things are obvious only when you are close enough to see the thread count. When you have sat across from the weaver. When you know that her daughter goes to a school that her weaving pays for, and that the margin between the daughter going to school and the daughter not going to school is exactly the margin that a 40% discount would erase.

Sixteen years later, I still think it's the best decision we've made. Not because it is principled, though it is. But because it forced us to build everything else right. The product has to be good enough that the price is Obvious. The photography has to show the real texture, the real colour. The description has to name the technique, the region, the person. The customer has to trust that what they see is what arrives.

No discount can substitute for that. And no discount should have to.

This is not a philosophy. It is a way of doing business. The way a loom is not a philosophy. It is a machine for turning thread into cloth. You sit at it. You work. The pattern emerges. There is no shortcut that doesn't show in the weave.


Nitin Pamnani is the co-founder of iTokri.com, India's largest inventory-led D2C platform for handmade textiles and handicrafts. The company works with 10,000+ artisans across 500+ craft clusters and ships to 8+ countries. He is based in Gwalior, where the warehouse is, and where the women who run the business come to work every morning.

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