Simple Joys And Lasting Love : A Love Letter To Every Mother

Simple Joys And Lasting Love : A Love Letter To Every Mother

By Priyanka Gupta

Dear Ma,

I don’t know when I first started noticing. Maybe it was during one of those quiet mornings, watching you pin your chiffon saree in front of the mirror—or while seeing you wait at the school gate in the scorching sun to pick me up. Somewhere along the way, I realized everything I know—about style, about grace, about work—started with you.

You were the first fashion icon I ever knew. Before magazines and moodboards, there was you—in your signature chiffon saree rubia blouse, kitten heels, and two dabs of Chanel on your wrist. You moved seamlessly between roles—exporter, chef, doctor (I was often falling sick!), and magician of everyday elegance.

Your sarees were always draped just right. Your pashmina Stoles always wrapped around just so. Your short heels are always holding you high. I didn’t just admire it—I absorbed it. You showed me how to see. Not just to look, but to truly see—the nearly invisible hemming on a blouse, the straightness of a stitch, the delicacy of nafees embroidery. You taught me to feel textures with more than my hands.

I remember how your eyes would light up at a bit of crochet work tucked into a collar, or a finely hand-knit sweater—and how you’d try to figure out the knit pattern yourself. It was in those details that your love for quality lived. And it’s exactly where mine took root.

At Summer, everything I create carries a piece of that legacy. The sarees, the potlis, the hand embroidery—they’re all a tribute. A tribute to women like you, who taught us that beauty lies in the balance of strength and softness.

That elegance is a way of being. And that dressing up—for yourself—is an act of joy. This Mother’s Day, I find myself looking around the studio and thinking. We’re all dressing up like our mothers again. And it’s beautiful.

It’s a soft return—to chiffons and muls, to dupattas and dainty details. It’s a celebration of all the little things we once saw in them—and now see in ourselves. To every mother who passed on her sarees, her scent, her stubbornness, her softness—this is our love letter to you. And to my Ma—thank you for showing me the art in everything.

I hope you see yourself in every stitch I’ve ever designed.

With all my love,

Priyanka