Mahi sat quietly on the terrace, the white scarf wrapped gently around her shoulders. The night was calm, and the moon looked brighter than ever.It had been a week since her story had won the school competition. But life at home hadn’t changed much. Her mother still cooked on the chulha, her father read the newspaper without much interest in her writing, and the small house buzzed with the same old routine.But something had changed inside Mahi. She now believed — even a girl like her, from a quiet corner of the village, could be heard.As a child, Mahi often