It was cold, the sun risen,
Respectably high in the sky;
White clouds spread around,
And some late birds passing by;
Carrying him in her arms;
There she was, on the bed;
She stared at him and then the dad,
What a nice gift they had had!
His face was bright as the sun,
So sugar-sweet was his smile;
Starry bright were his eyes,
Happiness flowed like the Nile!
At last, mom and dad looked at each other, and then their baby. "Wow..", dad whispered ".. now we are mummy and daddy.."
"Not just two of us, dear!" mom replied, plucking his nose "It's mummy, daddy, and our sweetu sweetu baby.."
"Well.." dad wondered, "We can't call him a baby all the life..!"
"????"
"He must have a name...!"
"He HAS a name... !"
"Well, you didn't tell me..."
"I did... remember the night at the riverside? That shooting star...??"
"Yes, I remember.... it was a cool summer night.. and suddenly the shooting star was seen.. and then we made a wish.."
"Oh honey.. I knew you remember it.."
"We decided that... if we have a boy, we will name him... What was the name??"
"Silly... forgot it? Now you'll have to learn to remember everything! Now you are a daddy.."
"Ah, that I will try to... but.. what was the name?"
"The name was...."
Her speech broke. The room's door opened and a horde of people entered. The guests, their relatives carelessly took her baby from her arms into theirs, pinching his chubby cheeks with their rough fingers. The baby didn't cry; In fact it laughed more and more.
Soon, the grandma anounced.. "Now... as Savita is the aunt of the baby boy, she will name.."
A smiling Savita stood up. Her dimples went in deeper as she said, to the surpirse of mom and dad, "My golu-molu has the bestest name in the world... his name will be ... Krishnacharan..!"
Immediately, sweets were distributed, hymns were sung, and after everything was over and all were gone, mummy looked at the piece of her heart. He giggled, saying wierd things, and to momma it sounded like.. "See mom.. one day I will grow soo biig that everyone will know my name..!"
Mom wept. She knew, no one was going to know the name. It was dead before it could come to life. The name was KAUSHAL.
Respectably high in the sky;
White clouds spread around,
And some late birds passing by;
Carrying him in her arms;
There she was, on the bed;
She stared at him and then the dad,
What a nice gift they had had!
His face was bright as the sun,
So sugar-sweet was his smile;
Starry bright were his eyes,
Happiness flowed like the Nile!
At last, mom and dad looked at each other, and then their baby. "Wow..", dad whispered ".. now we are mummy and daddy.."
"Not just two of us, dear!" mom replied, plucking his nose "It's mummy, daddy, and our sweetu sweetu baby.."
"Well.." dad wondered, "We can't call him a baby all the life..!"
"????"
"He must have a name...!"
"He HAS a name... !"
"Well, you didn't tell me..."
"I did... remember the night at the riverside? That shooting star...??"
"Yes, I remember.... it was a cool summer night.. and suddenly the shooting star was seen.. and then we made a wish.."
"Oh honey.. I knew you remember it.."
"We decided that... if we have a boy, we will name him... What was the name??"
"Silly... forgot it? Now you'll have to learn to remember everything! Now you are a daddy.."
"Ah, that I will try to... but.. what was the name?"
"The name was...."
Her speech broke. The room's door opened and a horde of people entered. The guests, their relatives carelessly took her baby from her arms into theirs, pinching his chubby cheeks with their rough fingers. The baby didn't cry; In fact it laughed more and more.
Soon, the grandma anounced.. "Now... as Savita is the aunt of the baby boy, she will name.."
A smiling Savita stood up. Her dimples went in deeper as she said, to the surpirse of mom and dad, "My golu-molu has the bestest name in the world... his name will be ... Krishnacharan..!"
Immediately, sweets were distributed, hymns were sung, and after everything was over and all were gone, mummy looked at the piece of her heart. He giggled, saying wierd things, and to momma it sounded like.. "See mom.. one day I will grow soo biig that everyone will know my name..!"
Mom wept. She knew, no one was going to know the name. It was dead before it could come to life. The name was KAUSHAL.
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