OUR STORY

I never truly understood the value of a candle-until one day, my father used it as a means of survival. We were just two friends who met in 9th grade on a random day, connected by a random favor in school, yet both of us believed that every person and moment carries a deeper meaning. My father, always passionate about cooking, ran a small push-cart food court. Among all the items he always carries a candle. I used to ask him, “Why do you carry this candle when you already have a power connection?”He would just smile. One evening, my friend and I visited my father to have some panipuris. A heavy rainstorm hit, and the electricity went out.

That’s when my father lit that small candle and continued serving his customers. In that moment, we found the answer to the question we had asked so many times.

“There are always excuses for not doing something but he chose not to make one.”

The power didn’t return for the next few days, yet he never stopped. His passion never dimmed.Watching him, I understood how powerful little things can be, and how true strength lies in consistency, not convenience. As a child, I was always drawn to my father’s nature, and that day I learned one of the most important lessons of my life.   

But life, as it always does, moved on.A few years later, my father left this world-leaving behind memories, lessons, and a silence that echoed louder than words. I felt like a part of me had gone with him. The man who taught me to find light in darkness was now gone, and I didn’t know how to carry that light forward.

I wandered into the world, chasing stability, looking for a job in the IT sector. I wore formals, attended interviews, smiled in meetings-trying to fit into a world that never truly felt like mine.Deep down, I knew I wasn’t built for it. The spark that once made me feel alive was missing.And then, one day, I received a call from the same friend-the one who stood beside me all those years ago, under the rain, beside my father’s candle-lit food cart. He said, “Do you remember that night? The candle… your father… the fire in his heart? What if we carry that forward?”That single call felt like someone lit a match in the dark room I was trapped in.We decided to start a candle business. Not just to make candles-but to create light.Every candle we pour, every wick we place, is a tribute to my father’s resilience. To the moments that shaped us.To the quiet strength that never asked for praise put changed everything.This isn’t just a business.It’s a promise.That no matter how dark the world gets, we’ll always light a flame just like my father did.For survival, for hope, for meaning.And now, for the future.

Love,

Aradhya Candles