A name carries varying weights.

To you, my name may mean something.

To a stranger down the street, it means nothing.

It’s so powerful that sounds uttered by another’s mouth carry more than just themselves. With them could be years of experiences, feelings, memories, and love.

Some of our names, especially Indian ones, have meaning, too.

A conversation about faith could include only words to you, but tens of names to me.

That conversation becomes more than discussion – it becomes an image of those people.

A time machine. A movie of my life fast-forwarding with only scenes of them.

6 letters.
1 double-“a”.
1 “th”.

What does that mean to you? (hint: it’s how you build my name.)