Real stories of women who turned talent into transformation with Sthree Kalaa.
My Story — by Sonygrace
“I may not speak with sound, but every stitch I make speaks from my soul.”
I am Sonygrace. I was born deaf-impaired. Life was never easy — not because I couldn’t hear, but because the world often refuses to listen.
I have a beautiful daughter and a husband who is also deaf-impaired. Together, we live a life filled with quiet courage, strength, and love. We may not communicate like others, but in our home — there is deep understanding, laughter, and warmth.
Growing up, my biggest inspiration has always been my mother. She stood by me through every storm, and she’s the one who taught me embroidery and sewing. Every thread she placed in my hand came with encouragement:
“You can create something beautiful. You don’t need to hear the world to leave your mark on it.”
Today, I still live with my parents and brother. They are my backbone. Their support has been everything — emotionally and in every struggle we’ve faced. Yes, things are not easy. Financially, we are still building. Still striving. Still pushing.
But I haven’t given up — because every design I create brings me one step closer to independence. Every blouse I finish, every saree I embroider, carries not just my art — it carries my voice.
I have found not just work, but purpose. I want to show the world that disability is not weakness. That women like me — and many others — can rise, can shine, and can inspire.
I may live in silence. But every stitch I make tells a powerful story. And I am just getting started.
My Story — by Archana
“When everything felt lost, the thread gave me strength — and the needle, a way forward.”
My name is Archana. I was once married — and forcefully divorced within just two years. It wasn’t a decision I made, but a reality I was pushed into. My heart was shattered, and so was my dignity.
I went through days that felt like I was walking through darkness no peace, no stability, no financial help. Every step felt heavy. I lost my confidence, my identity, and the feeling of being “seen.”
Life unexpectedly gave me another twist I remarried the same person. The humiliation, the emotional wounds, and the helplessness didn’t disappear overnight. I had to find a way to survive — not just physically, but emotionally. That’s when I turned to the one thing that gave me a sense of peace and control — sewing and embroidery.
Stitch by stitch, I began to rebuild my life. Sewing was no longer a hobby — it became my lifeline.
I started small a few local orders. But slowly, people began to recognize my skill, and my confidence started to return. I could finally look in the mirror and see a strong woman looking back at me.
Not only do I now work on saree and blouse embroidery, but I have also taken up bulk hospitality orders. I never imagined I would handle large projects, or that people would trust me with such responsibility. But with every order, I grew stronger — not just in skill, but in soul.
If you have ever felt like giving up — remember, you are not alone. And your hands, your art, your resilience — can lead you back to light.
My Story — by Latha
“I may live alone, but with every stitch, I build a world of hope for my child.”
My name is Latha, It’s just me and my 6-year-old son — in a small one-room kitchen space that I call home. I was once married, but life changed, and I was left alone to carry forward both pain and purpose.
Every day is a challenge — paying rent, managing school, and fighting the loneliness of having no family around. But my son is my world. He is my family now. His dreams are the reason I wake up and try again.
There are days I cry silently, wondering why life is so hard. But then I pick up my thread and cloth — and begin stitching not just fabric, but my future.
Sewing has become my only way to survive — and my strongest prayer for my child’s future.
I specialize in embroidery for suits and salwar designs. It gives me a small income, but more importantly, it gives me purpose. Every time a customer appreciates my work, it reminds me that I still matter. That I am still capable.
I may not have a big house, or a support system — but I have my art, and I have my son. And for them, I will never stop fighting.
Someday, I want my child to look back and say, “My mother gave me everything with nothing.” Until then, I keep threading my way through life — one thread, one hope, one dream at a time.
Embroidery has given me that belief — and I am giving it my everything.
Every design I make is not just art— it’s my prayer, my promise, and my power.