A grandmother in Chandigarh, and the knowledge she took with her.

The knowledge that walked out with her

In 2016, our founder's Dadi passed away in Chandigarh. She had spent a lifetime performing every puja, every ritual, every ceremony with absolute precision. Guests would travel hours to have her bless their newborns. She knew the exact flowers, the specific mantras, the right muhurat.

When she passed, that knowledge went with her. At the first family ceremony after, no one could agree on a single step. The priest had one version. The aunts had another. Something irreplaceable had been lost.

That grief led to a realisation: this wasn't unique. Across India and the diaspora, families lose their cultural knowledge every year — not because they don't care, but because no one thought to write it down.

“Parampara was built in Chandigarh, for her, and for every Dadi whose wisdom deserves to outlive them.”