Growing up in Bangalore, I was surrounded by Indian art and architecture — the detail, the colour, the sheer intention behind every piece. My great-grandmother, my grandmother, my mother — they all wore real gold every single day. Not for weddings, not for occasions. Just because it was part of who they were. They never needed a reason to feel special.

In a world that tells you minimalism is stylish — we believe maximalism is creativity. And India is the land of maximalism.

When I moved to New York, I kept thinking — why isn’t this everywhere? Art this considered, this alive, deserves to be seen and worn by everyone. Not locked away for the right occasion. Not reserved for anyone in particular.

So I started Suva from my New York apartment. One pop-up, one customer, one piece at a time. And it grew into something I never expected — a community of women who just wanted to wear something beautiful, on their own terms.