It all began in Varanasi, the sacred city on the Ganges, where time expands between the flames of the ghats and the songs at dawn. There, I breathed in the spirituality woven into the sarees of women in prayer, and touched silks that seemed to float in the air. The embroidery felt like silent words, heavy with devotion and memory.

Then came Delhicrowded, contradictory, vibrant. Amid bustling markets and colonial palaces, I discovered the balance between chaos and refinement, between history and modernity. The architectural details, the geometry of the jali (intricate perforated screens), the colors of spices and fabrics—all found their way into my visual sketchbook.

In Agrathe wonder of the Taj Mahal left me speechless—not only for its beauty, but for its delicacy: white marble inlaid with semi-precious stones, stylized floral motifs, a perfect harmony between strength and grace. It was there that I decided Bharat had to speak of love.

Finally, Jaipurthe Pink City. A daydream of decorated palaces, fabric markets, and artisan workshops in metal and wood. Every corner tells a story of craftsmanship, skilled hands, and a taste for beauty that withstands the test of time. Here, I chose the first fabrics for the collection.

And so, between the slow waters of the Ganges, the golden sunsets over Agra, the dusty pink of Jaipur’s palaces, and the heartbeat of Delhi, I gathered fragments of light, ancient gestures, and silences full of meaning.

Bharat is the invisible thread that ties those places to the skin;
it is a whisper of silk,
an embroidery of memory,
a tribute to a land that speaks to the soul, not just to aesthetics.

It is my India—lived, listened to, and transformed into garments to be worn like poetry.