The Human Story
Building systems by day. Preserving memories by night.
We are not a venture-backed startup or a mass factory line. We are three friends who spend our quiet evenings turning fragile personal keepsakes into permanent heirloom art.
We are three fellow engineers behind Memory Lane. One of us spends his days writing software in the IT industry. The second manages critical infrastructure and system networks. The third is an electrical engineer designing circuits and power flows. For our daily survival in this modern world, we never had the privilege to abandon our day jobs. We wake up early, attend sprint standups, review codebases, and deliver commercial projects.
Yet, deep down, none of us ever felt that Jira tickets and quarterly deadlines were the measure of our lives. We have always harboured an unquenchable passion for tactile craftsmanship — woodworking, optical materials, and the sacred beauty of time.
Among dusty yellowed notebooks, he discovered a pair of vintage horn-rimmed spectacles — bent at the right temple, scratched from thirty years of reading, missing a tiny nose pad. To a pawn shop, they were worthless junk. But to a grandson, they carried the exact gaze of a man who used to tell bedtime stories under an incandescent bulb.
He couldn't wear them. He refused to throw them away. So he took them to his garage table, carefully calculated liquid resin curing ratios, and encased them in an optical block atop an oiled walnut pedestal. When he showed it to the two of us over hot ginger chai that night, something clicked in all three of our chests.
We realized that millions of people across India and the world are walking around with a secret box in their closet. A dried rose from an ex that still carries a bittersweet ghost of youth. A handwritten postcard from a mother who passed away. A bus ticket from the evening two lovers met in the rain.
This work does not generate significant money for us. After procuring optical UV resin, certified Indian walnut hardwood, archival conservation glass, and covering two-way insured courier logistics, we barely cover operational costs. And we like it that way. When money is not the primary motive, you are free to spend three extra days wet-sanding a single resin corner until it reflects light like a diamond.
We remain anonymous because this is not about our egos. It is about your memory. When you talk to us on Arattai, you are speaking directly with the person who will pour your resin and wax your walnut pedestal. That is our promise.
The Hands in the Studio
Three complementary engineering minds dedicated to the preservation of fragile emotion.
By Day: Writes scalable cloud architectures and software algorithms.
At Night: Studies fluid dynamics of epoxy polymers, temperature control chambers, and zero-bubble vacuum casting so biological keepsakes remain crystal-clear for fifty years.
By Day: Administers enterprise network security and system resilience.
At Night: Hand-planes raw Indian walnut and reclaimed teak blocks, cuts precision miter joints for archival frames, and finishes wood with organic beeswax oil.
By Day: Designs high-voltage electrical layouts and distribution grids.
At Night: Hand-wires hidden micro-circuitry inside wooden pedestals, designing custom 2700K warm LED illumination that throws zero thermal heat onto delicate resin.
Studio Routine
How three engineers transition from corporate keyboards to handcrafted preservation every single night.
Code merged, servers checked, corporate laptops closed. We leave our engineering day jobs, take a quiet breath, and commute to the studio garage.
We put on white cotton handling gloves and brew a pot of ginger-cardamom chai. Before touching an object, we read the personal note you sent with it out loud to one another. Understanding why it matters is our first step.
Using our vacuum degassing chamber, we pull microscopic air bubbles out of freshly mixed optical epoxy until it achieves glass clarity. We pour slowly along a heated glass rod to preserve delicate organic fibers.
In the woodwork bay, shavings of fragrant walnut curl off Japanese hand planes. We bevel each edge by hand and buff the grain with organic, food-safe honeycomb beeswax.
We message the day's arrival photo updates to you on Arattai. The workshop lamps go dark. Only the silent hum of the climate-controlled curing chamber remains, keeping your piece at 23°C until morning.
Ethical Sourcing
We select every element not for commercial convenience, but for half-century permanence.
Our Code of Honour
Resin polymerizes through a delicate exothermic reaction. Pouring too quickly generates heat that damages old ink and flower petals. We wait 72+ hours per layer, every single time.
No conveyor belts, no automated CNC cutters. Every piece is beveled by human hands, felt by human fingertips, and inspected against sunlight before dispatch.
We use Arattai because we refuse to put support tickets or artificial intelligence between us and the person whose memory we are holding. You talk to us, directly.
Whether it is a triumphant wedding moment or a bittersweet remembrance of an ex or a quiet regret — we do not judge the emotional shade of a keepsake. If it matters to you, it is sacred to us.
We do not cut corners on materials to save ₹100. We use museum-grade conservation supplies because the real payment for our work is the voice note we get when you open the parcel.
We believe every memory — joyful or bittersweet, grand or quiet — deserves to be held. Not hidden away in a box. But in a place where it catches the morning light, reminding you of the beauty you have lived.
With gratitude, three engineers at Memory Lane
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