Our Story

The scent of jasmine and the rustle of silk. That's what I remember most about my grandmother’s wardrobe. Her sarees were never just fabric—they were a reflection of her identity and silent storytellers of our culture, values, and belonging.

We called her 'Poochi Baa' - 'Baa' being the Gujarati word for grandmother. But she was the heart of our family, the keeper of our family's threads of tradition.

It all began in Baroda, Gujarat, where my grandfather – a man with royal blood but the heart of a romantic – travelled across India for work. His journeys always ended the same way: with a thoughtfully chosen saree for my Baa. Her eyes would light up as her fingers would trace the intricate patterns, as if reading a love letter.

1947. As India took its first breaths of freedom, my grandparents birthed their own dream: Vanacharawala, a home for our country’s artistic heritage. Here, one would find hand-woven gold thread sarees that shimmered like starlight and block-printed silks that sang of ancient traditions. Our little shop in Gujarat became the go-to boutique for those who saw clothing as my grandmother did: as a second skin, worn close to the heart, a bond between the wearer and what they stand for.

I can still hear the rustle of silk as members of the Royal Gaekwad Family browsed our collection. The legendary singer Mukesh once hummed a tune as he selected a saree. Even the family of Hyderabad's Mir Osman Ali Khan, the Nizam, who famously used the famed ‘Jacob diamond’, a stunning 185-carat gem as a paperweight, graced our humble establishment. For them, and for countless others, Vanacharawala was a portal to India's soul.

But life, like the patterns on a block-print, has its own design. Eventually, our businesses were sold, and in 1989, my grandfather's laughter echoed through our home for the last time. We migrated to America, carrying little but our memories and my Baa's sarees.

In a new land, surrounded by unfamiliar sights and sounds, I found solace in Poochi Baa's stories, tales that weaved together our past and present. Through her words, I learned that a saree could be a canvas for emotions, a diary of experiences, a second skin that breathed with the wearer.

Fourteen summers have passed since my Baa's voice fell silent. But in the quietude, I heard a new song – the rustle of fabric, the click of needles, the hum of a sewing machine. Khajana Studio Edit was, thus, born, not just from my hands, but from the dreams of those who came before me.

In every design, there's a bit of my Baa's grace, my grandfather's adventurous spirit, and the painstaking effort of countless unnamed craftsmen who've kept India's beautiful textile traditions alive.

I’d like to invite you to be a part of our story, to come discover an ensemble that truly speaks to you and reflects the stories you live and create. Whether it's the texture, the craftsmanship, or the cultural essence, what you fall in love with at Khajana Studio Edit will become a part of you.

Khajana Studio Edit is dedicated to the memory of my beloved Poochi Baa, whose love for sarees and storytelling continues to inspire.

What ties all our collections at Khajana Studio Edit together is a shared reverence for the past, coupled with a desire to innovate for the future. Our garments are born from the same roots: an inherent respect for the craftsmanship that has come before us and a vision for how those techniques can be interpreted through a modern lens.

Every garment from our line is an invitation to connect with something deeper—to wear not just a piece of clothing, but a story, an experience, a memory.

Because of you, for you, and only you, Poochi Baa.