Founder's note





Dear Collector,
I was born in Jaipur, but my roots are in Shekhawati - a small region in north-west Rajasthan, also known as
the world's largest open-air art gallery.
Somehow, history, culture, and art have always chased me.
My earliest memories are of the smallest things - picking stones from the handis of old havelis, collecting old letters, diaries, empty jewellery boxes, ittar bottles, and spending hours wondering what it was really like in the havelis of Ramgarh Shekhawati during summer vacations.
I remember standing in a haveli long before Saaha existed. The walls were covered, floor to ceiling, with paintings. Not decorative paintings. Paintings that told stories - mythological, historical, deeply human. Made by someone who understood anatomy, perspective, narrative, and colour. Someone who had spent years learning to see the world in a certain way.
Everyone knew who had commissioned those paintings, but when I asked who painted them,
they said,
“Artisans. Local artists.”
No name. No family. No record.
The painters behind this extraordinary work had vanished completely from the story of their own making.
There is a quiet grief in knowing that something which shapes
so much of your world might one day fade into insignificance
and anonymity.
The weight of that thought is quite heavy.
So, at 19, I went back. I started building a museum of everyday life and an antique store there. I owed that to my roots.
Six years on, I still felt the weight of that moment. Except I realised it wasn't just the artisans.
It was the stories too,
mythology, folklore, regional epics, and philosophies that most of the world, and most of India, has never encountered. Not because they aren't extraordinary, but because nobody thought to make them permanent. Nobody thought to hold them up and say: this deserves to exist beyond the page, beyond the wall, beyond the moment it was made.
Everything I had seen, collected, and grieved was asking the same question:
Can objects carry the weight of a civilisation?
I believe they can. I believe they must.
So, at 25, I started Saaha India, a house of conceptual artefacts.
This time, I owe it to India - and to her five thousand years of extraordinary that the world has barely scratched the surface of.
Warmly,

Founder & Curator, Saaha India

