When I was small,Around preschool,I was calledAnusha.

For some reason,One that I still do not understand,My mother and father decidedTo change my name.

In a legal process which took ages,And tons and tons of pages,My name transformedInto 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,ShrivanshiOrSavanshi.

Some people call me Shiv,Just because they are too lazyTo 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 ofOur 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.