Mahi is 5’3″ in height, but don’t be fooled. Her presence stretches beyond those inches, especially when she’s passionately arguing about the Oxford comma like it’s a matter of national policy!
At 21, Mahi already speaks like she’s edited a thousand stories and lived through half of them. Her ponytail is always tied up with a brightly coloured scrunchie. It isn’t just a hairstyle -it’s her identity.
You’ll see it bounce as she walks or swivels as she turns mid-rant about inconsistent formatting. Her fingers fly over the keyboard like they’re racing against time because they usually are!
Mahi has two dimples—one on her left cheek and one hiding in the corner of her upper right smile. They show up exactly when she’s cracked a line she knows is gold or when she’s fixed a comma that’s been bothering her since 9 a.m.
She speaks in a soft, melodic Bengali accent – like a lullaby that can critique your grammar without hurting your feelings. While she may ignore half of her inbox, she never really misses a misplaced full stop. Her email may bounce, but her standards never do.
Mahi represents Colaba, not just by geography but also by her spirit. A part of her life is spent in those quaint bookstores that are tucked away into old stone lanes, where you can get a whiff of the strong coffee that’s been brewing from quirky cafes and in the wind that always seems to blow more dramatically near the Gateway of India.
She is equal parts vintage soul and modern sass, like a handwritten postcard in a world of Instagram captions.
Her philosophy?
“I don’t raise my voice, I raise my words. If that doesn’t land right, I rewrite them till they do.”
Because that’s what writers do. They don’t bow. They rewrite the whole story!
