How It Began
It started with my mother's needle.
Long before Kantha.store existed, there was my mother — a master Kantha artist working alongside more than 150 fellow artisans. As a child, I sat beside her for hours, watching old cloth turn into something alive under her needle.
I didn't understand it then, but I remember the women talking quietly among themselves: "eto kaj, athocho parishromik eto kom" — so much work, so little to show for it. I went along with my mother to some of these gatherings without knowing what any of it meant.
Years later, after my first startup failed, one idea stayed with me — why not sell my mother's work online? That question led me straight into the real problem: the middlemen who kept almost everything, leaving the artisans with a fraction of what their work was worth.
I travelled 30 kilometers from home to sit with the artisans myself. They told me the same thing my mother's circle always had. And I learned what Kantha truly was — a UNESCO-recognized art form, carried forward for generations, from grandmother to mother to daughter, quietly being drained of its value by everyone except the hands that made it.
"Tum apna kuch bana lo — tab hi humein thik se kaam milega."
Build something of your own — that's the only way we'll get fair, steady work.
My first e-commerce attempt eventually shut down, but I didn't stop. I began travelling to fairs and exhibitions, connecting artisans directly to bulk orders — cutting out the middlemen order by order. I was doing it without taking any profit myself, and it wasn't sustainable. Interest faded, and the work slowed down for everyone.
That's when some of the very artisans I'd been working with told me to build something of my own. That's how Kantha.store was born — not as a business plan, but as a promise made to the people who raised me around a needle and thread.