Our Story

In our family, traditions weren't taught - they were lived.

Silk was never just a fabric in our home - it was held, treasured, folded with stories and passed from one woman's hands to the next. My mother wore silk like armor - elegant, quiet, unshakable with grace, strength and simplicity. I remember watching her fold her saris, slowly, with care like she was holding something sacred. Over time, I came to understand this fabric carries more than thread. It carries who we are! Years later, when I became a mother, my daughter began unfolding those same saris, asking me why Aathee (Grandma) never threw any of her old saris away. I smiled and told her, "Because memories don’t go out of fashion. That's how Chithrubi Couture came to life.

We didn't plan it, we felt it and we lived it. But from the soft corners of our lives, where silk was always present, always gentle, always home. Today, three of us still sit together - one folding, one selecting, one learning. We don’t just run a store. We hold hands across time. We pass down drapes, dreams, and devotion. This is not a store. This is our story. 

Woven slowly, held dearly in silk - Chithrubi Couture. From our family to yours.

By a mother. A daughter and now... a granddaughter too.