# The Day I Saw My Pieces in a Museum

**By Bhavini Khullar** · 2026-08-24

You know that feeling when something you've been chasing finally catches you? That's what happened to me at the [Norton Museum of Art](https://www.norton.org/).

Let me rewind.

It was February at Shoppe Object. Our booth was buzzing with buyers, conversations, handshakes. And then Cheryl walked in. Cheryl is the director of the museum store at the Norton Museum of Art in West Palm Beach, and she stopped by our booth, took a lap around, and came right back to place her order on the spot.

But it wasn't just the order that stayed with me. It was the way she showed up. Black blazer, genuine curiosity, asking who made the pieces and how they were made. She asked the kind of questions that told me she saw what we see. That felt like something.

We delivered the pieces and she loved them. Life kept moving.

Then we started planning a family trip to West Palm Beach, and it hit me. The Norton Museum is right there. I emailed Cheryl to see if she'd have time to say hello, and she responded instantly.

My husband and I drove to the museum and walked into the store. That's when everything slowed down. I saw our pieces on the shelves of a museum store. Byaas. Right there among the art, among the curation, among the things people take home to remember beauty by. My heart was doing something I couldn't name.

It wasn't loud joy. It wasn't a scream or a fist pump. It was quieter than that. A calm I hadn't felt in a very long time. The kind of calm a duck carries on the surface while her webbed feet are working endlessly underneath. Still on top, relentless below. That's what building Byaas has been.

![](https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0951/0574/5186/files/Untitled_design_3deb3ba9-d78c-4fea-b2b8-366926ce2ef0.png?v=1787565234)

Pictured here: Cheryl and me along with the Norton Museum on the right

I left the museum feeling peaceful but confused, overwhelmed in the most unexpected way. I wanted to tell everyone but I also wanted to hold it close. I wanted to shout it from every rooftop and also whisper it only to myself. And there was this strange voice in the back of my head, one that said maybe I didn't deserve this, maybe it was too good to be true. I think every founder knows that voice.

Before we left, Cheryl told me to come back the next day for community day at the museum.

So I went back to the hotel and looked at my kids. Zreh, 8. Zayden, 6. I tried to explain what had just happened, but they didn't quite get it. So I did what any mom would do. I brought them with me.

The next day we walked into the Norton Museum together, and when I saw my children seeing our pieces in the museum store, something inside me finally unlocked. I could pause. I could actually live inside the moment instead of racing past it.

![](https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0951/0574/5186/files/Feature_Image.jpg?v=1787332780)Pictured here: Me trying very hard to make my kids smile for a family picture

Every sleepless night, every dollar burned through, every trip to the airport to pick up inventory, every order I packed with my own hands and shipped myself, every social gathering I skipped, every birthday I missed. All of it led here. To my kids standing in a museum, looking at pieces that carry our family's craft. A tradition that stretches back generations in Delhi. Repoussé brass, shaped by hand, now sitting on the shelves of one of the most respected art institutions in the country.

This is what precious looks like. Not a revenue milestone or a follower count or a viral moment. My two kids, a museum store, and the proof that the work matters.

That's the dream. And I'm living in it.

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