Some people love fashion. Sharda lived it.

Her love for clothes was next level — and that is not an exaggeration. She shopped with her whole heart, her whole self. She had an instinct for what was beautiful, what was right, what was worth choosing. To her, clothing was never just clothing. It was a language. A way of saying: this is who I am, and I am not hiding it.

We watched her do this our whole lives. And when she left us, she left behind something we could not let disappear — that eye, that instinct, that absolute refusal to wear anything that did not feel like her.

House of Sharda is how we keep that spirit alive.