The arrival of mango season marks more than a change in fruit—it signals a shift in rhythm, in air, in feeling. Across India, spring brings the first signs: orchards bursting into bloom, trees heavy with pale pink blossoms that give way to clusters of green fruit. There’s a quiet, familiar kind of abundance in it—a joy that stirs something deep and rooted.

For many of us, mango season was a time of both celebration and ritual. As the weather turned from hot to hotter, the house would receive its first sack of mangoes. Not a few—but sacks. Each brimming with at least 200 mangoes—some ripening, some still green and tart—carefully arranged in storerooms and kitchens, sorted by ripeness, their heady aroma curling into every corner of the home. There was no escaping the scent of mangoes—and no one really wanted to.

Under the Mango Trees is a collection born from that joy. From the golden light filtering through orchard leaves. From the scent of fruit ripening in warm air. From the friendships and stillness found in their shade.

The pieces are easy and breathable—designed for freedom, for comfort, for the long, slow days of spring and summer. Prints echo blooming orchards and scattered leaves; embroidery nods to the small, beautiful moments that filled the season: endless card games, afternoon naps, and the quiet magic of being exactly where you were.

This is a collection about memory and abundance—about savoring the present and honoring the gentle rhythms of childhood. A celebration of mango season—not just as fruit, but as feeling.