"I don’t design relics — I restore memories that time almost buried."

 In a world racing forward, Shreya Mahanot walks backwards—gently, reverently—into time.
She is not just a relic designer. She is a custodian of memory, a weaver of whispers from forgotten eras, and an artisan who sculpts nostalgia into form.

Where others see waste in old newspaper, Shreya sees legacy.
With hands that move like prayer and a heart steeped in stillness, she folds, twists, and coaxes humble paper pipes into majestic vintage cars — relics not of mechanics, but of meaning. Each curve, each spoke, each wheel is spun from emotion, history, and handmade intention.

These aren’t models.
They’re memories you can hold.
They don’t just imitate vintage — they resurrect it.

Her creations echo the charm of lost decades — dusty Havelis, colonial boulevards, black-and-white road trips where silence had style and simplicity had soul. Her art doesn’t speak loudly. It whispers. And that whisper lingers.

Born into a legacy of creativity, Shreya’s design language speaks in textures, time, and tenderness. There’s no factory behind her — just fingers that remember, and paper that obeys. In her world, craftsmanship is sacred. Mass production is silence. What she creates is slow, soulful, and irreplaceable.

To own a Shreya Mahanot relic is not to decorate a room — it’s to adopt a past.
To partner with her is not a deal — it’s a dialogue with heritage.
To witness her process is to believe again in the elegance of patience.

If relic design is her domain, then emotion is her medium.
And in a time when everything is built to be fast and forgotten, she is crafting things meant to be felt and forever.