When I was small,
Around preschool,
I was called
Anusha.
For some reason,
One that I still do not understand,
My mother and father decided
To change my name.
In a legal process which took ages,
And tons and tons of pages,
My name transformed
Into something new.
Suddenly,
I was Shivanshi.
I said it to myself,
Trying it out on my tongue.
Shi-van-shi, Shi-van-shi.
It sounded good.
Strong and firm.
It takes a while for people to get it.
They say,
Shrivanshi
Or
Savanshi.
Some people call me Shiv,
Just because they are too lazy
To take the time to say it right.
I am called other things as well.
Things that I like.
By my friends and family,
I am called Shivi.
To me it sounds fun and playful.
Every time it is said, it reminds me of
Our closeness.
By my best friend of all,
I am called Ivi.
A short name,
So short that it couldn’t possibly represent all of our friendship,
But it does.
