My business journey is a tale woven with threads of love, tradition, and the enduring legacy of my grandmother, a woman whose hands brought beauty to the world with each delicate stitch of chikankari. She was not just an artisan; she was the heart and soul of our family, a woman whose passion for hand embroidery was more than a craft—it was her language, her way of expressing love and care for those she cherished.

In the quiet corners of our home in Avadh the City of Nawab, my grandmother would sit by the window, her fingers deftly working the needle and thread, creating patterns that seemed to dance on the fabric. Each piece she made was a labor of love, a reflection of her deep connection to our culture and heritage. She never sought recognition; she simply found joy in the act of creation, in the way her work could bring a smile to someone’s face.
As a child, I would watch her with awe, fascinated by the way her hands moved with such grace and precision. She would often tell me stories of our ancestors, of how chikankari had been a part of our family’s history for generations. “This craft,” she would say, “is not just about making something beautiful. It’s about preserving our heritage, about keeping our traditions alive.”

Her love for chikankari was infectious. It wasn’t long before her friends and neighbors began to notice the beauty of her work. They would come to our home, marvel at her creations, and request her to make pieces for them. What started as a small favor to friends slowly grew into a modest business, as more and more people sought her unique designs.

But it was never about the money for her. My grandmother’s joy came from knowing that her work could bring happiness to others, that it could be a part of their special moments. She poured her heart into every piece, making sure that each one was perfect, that it carried the same love and care that she would put into something for her own family.

As the years went by, her small venture became well-known in Avadh the City of Nawab. People from all over the town would come to her, knowing that a piece made by her hands was not just an item of clothing but a piece of art, a treasure that carried with it the warmth of her heart and the richness of our culture.

When she passed away, it felt like the world had lost a bit of its magic. But she left behind something precious—a legacy of love, creativity, and an unyielding dedication to her craft. Taking over the business was not just a responsibility; it was a way for me to keep her spirit alive, to continue the work that she had started with so much love.

Today, as I carry forward her legacy, I am filled with gratitude for the lessons she taught me—for showing me that true success is not measured in wealth, but in the love and care you put into your work. Our business is not just a testament to her skill as an artisan but a tribute to the incredible woman she was. Every piece we create is a homage to her, a reminder that her spirit lives on in each stitch, in every intricate design, and in the smiles of those who wear her creations.