Why this exists
I lost my father when I was eleven.
“I know my father the way you know someone from a story. Piece by piece, from people who loved him.”
His name was Savarimuthu Antony. He served in the Indian Army, fought in the Indo-Pakistan wars, came home with gallantry medals. In Gingee, Tamil Nadu, everyone called him Raj. He died in 1988, on active duty, still serving. He was forty-one years old. I was eleven.
Everything I know about him I have learned secondhand. From my mother Elizabeth, who raised six children while he was posted away. From my siblings. From the people in Gingee who still remember him: a neighbour, someone from his church, people who knew him when he was young. That is how I know my father. Piece by piece, from people who loved him.
Most of those people are getting older. When they go, their version of my father goes with them.
That is why I built EverStory. Not as a product. As a response to something I could not fix any other way.
Savarimuthu Antony
1937 – 1988 · Gingee, Tamil Nadu · Indian Army · Died on active duty
Read his storyWhat we believe
Technology should disappear.
The story is what matters. Our job is to make the technology invisible so the person comes through.
Dignity over engagement.
No streak mechanics. No guilt notifications. No dark patterns. We build something you use because it matters, not because an algorithm pressures you.
Private by default.
Every story starts private. Nothing is ever public without an explicit choice from the person who built it.
No ads. Ever.
Family memories are not an advertising product. We charge a fair price and that is the only way we make money.
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A small team who believe deeply in what we are building. If you want to reach us, we are genuinely reachable.
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