It was a crisp October morning, the kind of day that fills your heart with joy and your lungs with the cool, crisp air of autumn. 

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On this beautiful day, I made my entrance into the world, bringing immense joy to my parents as they welcomed their first baby and a new member to the family.

As I lay in my mother's arms, she gazed lovingly at me, her eyes shining with happiness. 

My father, beaming with pride, held us both close, feeling grateful for this precious gift. But what I didn't know then was that my parents had already chosen a special name for me, a name that would become an integral part of our family's love story.

Even before my arrival, my parents had sat together, thinking about the perfect name for their baby. 

They wanted something unique, something that would reflect their love for each other and for me. 

And then, in a thoughtful and loving gesture, they decided to combine the first letters of their names to create my unique given name.

Sha- ji          Ni- rmala   They named me   SHANI 

As I grew up, I began to realize the significance of my name. It wasn't just a label or a tag; it was a symbol of my parents' love for each other and for me.