Chanda Basfor

A former NGO worker from Guwahati’s slums, became a stay-at-home mom. Eager to support her family, she joined us making bows for our hampers. Balancing motherhood and work, Chanda finds joy in contributing to her family’s income from home.

Mina Devi

Abandoned by her husband, Mina, a single mother from Guwahati, struggled to provide for her sons. Working as a domestic help wasn’t enough. Green Steps offered her a lifeline. Now, she crafts gift packaging accessories at home, turning late nights into a brighter future for her family. Her story is a testament to a mother’s unwavering love and resilience.

Priya Das

Priya once had a regular job, found herself sidelined by illness. Jobless and facing health challenges, hope seemed distant. Then, she discovered a spark in painting diyas. With our support, Priya and her slum friends transformed their homes into vibrant workshops. Their colorful creations not only brighten our Diwali hampers but also illuminate their lives with newfound purpose and income.

Parbati Kumari

Parbati Kumari, a woman with weathered hands and a heart as warm as the sun, hailed from a quaint village outside Guwahati. Since childhood, clay had been her canvas. She molded dreams into pots, hopes into diyas, and life’s essence into every earthen piece. Her legacy? A tradition passed to her daughters-in-law. Now, their hands, too, danced with clay, carrying forward the age-old rhythm of a potter’s song.

Rehana Begum

Rehana’s world revolved around chai and children for two decades. Her days were a rhythmic dance of lullabies and curries. But within her, a spark flickered. With courage as her sari, she stepped out. The workplace, once a foreign land, became her canvas. Her hands, rough from years of care, now worked around adding beauty to our designs that dazzled. Rehana wasn’t just a mother; she was a masterpiece in progress, proving that every story, like her life, has more chapters than just beginnings..

Rita Das

Rita’s world was stitched with sorrow when her husband left, leaving her to navigate life’s fabric with two young daughters. Days were a patchwork of survival, her dreams as frayed as the edges of her daughters’ worn dresses. A flicker of hope ignited when she found us. Her hands, roughened by life, held a hidden artistry. From simple stitches, she blossomed. Today, her needle dances on every canvas – tote bags, cushion covers, even bread baskets. Rita’s story isn’t just about clothes; it’s about a woman who transformed her pain into patterns of resilience, proving that every thread of life can weave a masterpiece.