When my sister was pregnant with her daughter, I watched her move between three open tabs every night. A Western app that suggested foods she had never heard of. A WhatsApp group where aunties sent contradictory voice notes at midnight. And a PDF from her gynaec in Pune she would screenshot and re-read at 1am, looking for something that felt like it was meant for her.
Her doctor said to just download an app. The app flagged turmeric milk as unverified. Her mother-in-law sent shlokas and moon-cycle reminders. Not one of those voices talked to the others. Not one of them really talked to her.
I am a developer. I build things. But what I was watching was not a technology problem. It was a care gap. My sister was not short of information. She was drowning in the wrong kind, from sources that had never understood what it means to carry a child in an Indian home, with an Indian grandmother's voice still warm in your memory.
So we built Janani. One quiet place where the Charaka Samhita and ICMR guidelines sit side by side without contradiction. Where you can ask, in Hindi or Gujarati or whichever tongue feels like home, the questions you might have once asked your grandmother. And receive an answer you can trust.
My niece is two now. She has no idea what it took to bring her safely into this world. But I do. And I built Janani so every mother who comes after has a little less of that chaos, and a little more of the care they deserve. If this is what you have been waiting for, you are already home. Come in.
- with love,
The founding team of Janani