By the end of the internship, everyone knew him.
The receptionists.
The photographers.
The designers.
The writers.
The interns.
The security guards.
Everyone.
The office had somehow acquired a mascot.
His official title changed once again.
From Baby Pumpkin.
To Prince Raghuveer.
Little Prince of Cambridge.
Little Prince of Lumiere.
Little Prince of wherever his mother happened to be.
Because wherever Alankrita went,
he followed.
Not because he was afraid.
Because to him she was the entire world.
And to Alankrita,
he was proof that impossible beginnings could still lead to beautiful lives.