Once upon a dawn, a little girl followed her grandfather into a garden — bare feet, sleepy eyes, palms itching to be filled with harsingar and rose petals. That little girl was me.
I didn't know it yet, but I was in art school. My grandfather's classroom had no walls — just leaves, branches, and blooms. No glue, no wire, no cheating. Just colour, form, and a story behind every petal.
Then life happened. The city. The hustle. The kind of rush that makes you forget gardens exist.
Until a career break hit pause — and sent me right back to that memory, still blooming.
That's how Katha was born. Not in a boardroom. In a garden.
Fast forward to 2025: Priya and I — two women, one shared obsession with stories and the quiet way they shape us — sat down for a conversation. It didn't stay a conversation for long. It became a purpose. And Katha finally had a name to match its roots.
Handcrafted, rooted in tradition, made to bring a little bit of that garden into your home.
Founders
