There’s a quiet calm about Shambhavi, the kind that settles into a room without asking for attention. She sips her coffee not just for the caffeine, but as a ritual of sorts, with each cup keeping her going like the earthy aroma that lingers long after a rain. The peace she finds in a hot drinkt mirrors the fresh, grounded calm she finds in nature and the sky. She's adept, focused, and intentional in all she does and says. Though she may come across as shy and reserved, she is strikingly commanding and articulate in the heat of a debate (or when she's talking to someone she's close to). The volume and number of arguments reach their peak with her friends. Despite her aloofness, Shambhavi traverses the world like a living poem, subtle in rhythm, profound in meaning. She reads people the way she reads verses: she senses the pauses and has enough insight to read through the quiet emotions tucked between lines. Her affection pours out from her heart in soft stanzas, shaped by the poems she loves to read and write, expressed through small, thoughtful acts that linger like the last line of a good verse. So if you find yourself in the committee chaired by Shambhavi, know this: you’re in for a session that's brewed strong, layered with weird humor, and topped with a level of competition that can get downright intense. A paradox in the best way, the kind of person who leaves a little more light in every room she walks out of, that's Shambhavi.