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Rohit lives in South Delhi. Every year, Diwali comes with the lights, the sweet and the smoke. Last year, after the festival, he stepped out on his tiny balcony and coughed. “Ugh, the air is horrible,” he groaned. That’s when he decided: enough complaining. It was time to bring the outdoors inside — or at least make his small apartment breathe better.  He started with...

Neha’s balcony in Delhi isn’t much bigger than a doormat. One chair fits if she tucks it sideways. Still, she wanted a splash of green. One evening she scrolled through Gardengram’s page and tapped “add to cart” on a rosemary pot.  When it arrived, she tore open the box like it was a gift. Even before she saw the plant, the smell hit her:...

Diwali in India isn’t just a festival of lights; it’s the season when homes from Delhi to Chennai glow with warmth, prayers and tiny personal rituals. Across North and South India, families clean their houses, redecorate puja corners and invite prosperity in. Plants have quietly become part of that tradition, and Gardengram has been at the heart of it.  Take Meera and Raghav from...

Most people think décor begins with furniture or paint colours. At Gardengram, we’ve learned that greenery does something subtler yet more powerful: it softens a room, changes the way light moves, and makes a flat in Delhi or a villa in Hyderabad feel like home. Over the past few years, our team has walked into hundreds of customers’ living rooms, balconies and home-offices and...

Festivals in India are a whole vibe, right? Bright lights everywhere, the smell of ghee in the air, rangolis on the floor, and that joy of giving something special to people you love. For the longest time, I used to show up at friends’ places with the usual—boxes of mithai. But a few years back, I tried something different. Instead of sweets, I started gifting plants....

Parijaat: A Flower That Makes Durga Puja Feel Like Home   Festivals are rarely about just the rituals—they’re about the tiny details that suddenly pull you back to your roots. In my mother’s house, it was the first clang of the dhaak during Durga Puja in West Bengal. In my grandmother’s courtyard, it was the pile of white-and orange flowers we’d rush to collect before...