Every birth is a miracle; br more of a miracle; not less; br br but his two hands and his two feet br are tiny miracles in themselves; br br the four first toys he’s yet to discover and enjoy; br we can’t take our eyes off them - br their perfection. br br but his face..still crinkled, his lips br almost disdainful; as if he’s not yet ready br to face the world, put on a face for the world; br it’s not even a world to have a view about as yet. br Lucky him. br br So he doesn’t know as yet br that he’s to be named Arjuna; br br that he’s yet to discover br whether it’s a burden or a blessing br to be given that name br br which he’ll hear crooned so many times: br ‘Arj…Arjji…Arjunaji… Arjuna…’ br br and gradually it’ll sink in, that br there’s someone else… and me myself… br br they’d prayed, as is the ancient custom, br to bring a great and noble soul into the world; br br his father Krish, that’s Krishnaji br has taken on a new role too; br br there’s more to birth, and name, and life… br it takes a lifetime to find out.