Story No. 01 · Drop-shoulder
A drop-shoulder tee for the days you don't get back.
Film by kiransahu films · YouTube
The story of one tee, told in six chapters: three words, a bale of cotton, a dropped shoulder, a hand-pulled print, forty minutes of hands, and a long day.
Why we made it
We started ঋ - Reé with one sentence: not everything old belongs in the past. This tee is that sentence made wearable. Heavy cotton the way tees used to be, a print pulled by hand the way posters used to be, and three words for a city that never sits still.
3
words on the back
240 g
of cotton per square metre
2 fingers
the shoulder drop
1 at a time
screens pulled by hand
40 min
of sewing per tee





Chapter 01 · The phrase
We printed them where you cannot see them yourself: a reminder for the person walking behind you, and for the mirror at the end of the day. Life is short. Wear the thing you love.
A note to the person behind you.
“People read it on the bus and smile at the back of your head.”


Chapter 02 · The cloth
Combed cotton from the delta, knit heavy at 240 grams so it falls instead of clings, then garment-dyed ink black. It fades the way good denim does: slowly, and only where you live in it.
“Heavy jersey is honest. It shows every skipped step, so we skip none.”


Chapter 03 · The cut
The seam sits two fingers down the arm. The body is boxy, the sleeve is wide, the hem stops at the hip. It is cut for a hot city and long afternoons, not for a mannequin.
Two fingers down the arm.


Chapter 04 · The print
Water-based ink pushed through a silk screen by hand in Old Dhaka. No two pulls are identical, and the letters soften after the first wash instead of cracking.
“A good pull sounds like tearing paper. You learn it by ear.”


Chapter 05 · The hands
Every tee is sewn in a twelve-machine unit in Keraniganj by people we know by name. Side seams first, then the rib collar, then the twin-needle hems. Forty minutes, give or take a tea break.
People we know by name.
“The collar tells you who sewed it. Mine sit flat.”


Chapter 06 · The wear
It is the shirt you reach for without thinking. Tea at seven, the office by nine, the rooftop at ten. We made it to be forgotten on you.
Made to be forgotten on you.
“I have washed mine forty times. The words are still there.”



Cotton, picked and ginned
Spun and knit heavy
Garment-dyed ink black
Screen pulled by hand
Sewn, forty minutes
Worn, for years

Epilogue · Take it home
We keep this page for the story, so there is no price on it. Choose a size and the bag takes it from here.
Our heaviest tee: combed Bengal cotton knit at 240 grams, garment-dyed ink black and hand-printed on the back with three words we keep forgetting. Cut with a dropped shoulder and a boxy body for hot afternoons.
Life is short tee
Ink black · unisex
Approximate, in centimetres
Pick a size to continue
“I bought one for the print and kept it for the cotton.”
— Nafisa, Dhanmondi
“Wore it three days straight on a trip to Sylhet. Still my favourite.”
— Rafi, Uttara
“Soft in a way the price does not suggest.”
— Tanha, Chattogram