A journal only you can read.

Where do you write the things you can’t say out loud?

Most of us in India don’t think in one language.

We think in two, sometimes on the same page.

So we built Smriti.

It means memory.

A journal only you can read.

Smriti is made for the pages we keep: private by design,

at home in Hindi and English, and always ours to take with us.

Smriti is for people in India who want a private record of their life,

in Hindi, English, or both,

mostly in the evening, when the day finally slows down.

Here’s a day.

Morning.

Today opens on a sky that follows the hour.

Your week sits under it, a dot for each day you wrote.

And when the page feels blank, one question is waiting.

On This Day brings back what you wrote on this date, a year ago.

One tap, and you’re writing.

Hindi, English, or both, in the same entry.

The keyboard never covers your words.

Add photos from your gallery, give them a caption,

and they sit right in the page.

Or leave a voice note.

Smriti writes it out, in Hindi or English.

It all happens on your phone.

Your voice is never sent to a server.

Write by hand, with a finger or a stylus.

Smriti reads your handwriting, on the phone,

so you can find it later by typing.

Name the mood.

Forty-eight words, from joyful to tired.

Touch where you are, and the words near you grow.

Every place has its own pin: sunrise on the ghats in Varanasi,

a work week in Dubai, winter at Didi’s in Toronto.

Search understands both scripts.

Type “barish,” and find बारिश.

Places, tags, moods, handwritten pages too.

And search runs on your phone.

Start a journal for every part of life,

in two taps, each with its own cover.

A calendar, every photo and voice note in one place.

And at the end of the week, see how it really felt.

At night, it locks, with your PIN or your fingerprint.

Keep one journal behind its own lock.

Here’s how it works, in plain words.

You write on your phone.

It’s encrypted there, with keys only your devices hold.

Our server stores the locked copy,

and the few facts it needs to sync.

Not your words, not your photos, not your voice.

You don’t even need an account to start.

Sign in only for backup and sync, and if you lose your phone,

your recovery key brings it all back.

Only you hold it.

Export is always free, in formats that open without Smriti.

No ads.

No analytics.

No tracking.

Our encryption has had an internal review;

an independent audit is still to come.

We built it screen by screen.

Hindi is not a translation here:

every screen is written in both, in type made for Devanagari.

It’s made for the phones people actually use,

three-button navigation and all.

Light and dark, and large text.

So why Smriti?

A diary in a drawer can be read by anyone who finds it.

A notes app keeps notes.

Smriti keeps your days: written for Hindi and English,

encrypted on your phone from the first word,

and every feature free for the first year.

Why now?

Hindi is the first language of more people in India than any other.

And phones can finally understand speech and handwriting on the phone itself,

so privacy no longer costs you features.

Next: writing on your PDFs,

street-level maps in more countries, and, later, iPhone.

Smriti is free for the first year,

and in early testing on Android now.

Join the test, use it for a week, and tell us how it felt.

And if this is a problem you care about, write to us.

Your days are worth remembering.

In your own words.