Sunita's Story: A Legacy of Love, Stitched into Being

This is more than just a shop; it’s a living tribute, a heartfelt gift, and a dream brought to life for the most extraordinary woman I know – our mother, Sunita.

From the earliest days, when our family navigated life’s challenges with humble means, my mother was the unwavering constant, the quiet force who ensured my brother, Prateek, and I, Pranjal, always had everything we needed. She stepped into a new life through marriage, entering a welcoming home, yet the transition from her own family to a new world, having met her life partner just once, surely held its profound shifts. She built her new life, embraced motherhood, and cared for us both with boundless devotion.

Beneath the tireless care and selfless giving, there was always a vibrant spark within my mother – a deep well of creativity and curiosity. My father, Praveen, recognising this inner light, encouraged her foray into fine arts. She would recount stories from decades prior, tales of borrowing a few precious paint tubes, costing a mere 20-30 rupees at a time when gold was 130 rupees a gram. Imagine the weight of that gesture when, among seven siblings, such a small personal indulgence would have been a significant ask from my maternal grandparents. She lovingly kept those paints on the terrace, hidden in the 'khapdail' (roof tiles), only for them to be accidentally crushed. That moment brought not just a scolding, but a poignant lesson: a deep-seated understanding of the value of earning your own, especially when my grandfather had to purchase new ones to replace what she'd borrowed. Even as a small child, listening to these anecdotes, I grasped her profound passion for art and craft. But then, how could I, a young boy, even begin to fathom helping her build such a dream?

Fifteen years later, I found myself immersed in the whirlwind of building my own life. My career, my experiences, the countries I wanted to travel, the friendships I sought – I was consumed by a personal quest to find my purpose, to be part of that elusive "0.1%." In that relentless pursuit, I realised, with a heavy heart, that these were merely material aspirations. My parents, in stark contrast, had poured 100% of their very being into me, while I, ironically, found myself treating them as if they were just 0.1% of my own priorities.

Life, as I’ve come to understand, is deeply unpredictable. There’s no knowing when a moment will be your last with someone you cherish. I remember the profound void left when my grandmother, who filled such a large part of my life, passed away in 2012, during my first year of college. I had always harboured a dream of showering her with everything after my first job, but sadly, that opportunity never came. She forever holds a monumental place in my heart, and I know wherever she is now, if I could, I would give her the entire world.

This realisation struck me with an undeniable force: I refuse to live with the regret of not fulfilling my parents' desires. This very endeavour, Sunita's Studio, is my pledge to that realisation. It is built entirely for my mother, for her enduring love for art, and for her quiet dream of earning from her innate talent. I recall her jokingly asking if she should open a small shop or take a reception job just to feel independent.

This studio is the answer to that unspoken yearning. Every single stitch, every vibrant colour, every delicate creation you find here, is born from her hands, infused with her spirit. This is for her – a celebration of her art, a monument to her incredible skill, and a constant, loving reminder that she is not only a great mother but a truly extraordinary artist.

Welcome to Sunita's Studio, where every creation tells a story of resilience, dedication, and a dream finally blooming.