Spiro—pronounced SPY-roh—wears a passport packed with stamps: he was born on the sun-dappled Greek isle of Corfu as Spyridon, “little basket,” blessed by a 4th-century shepherd-saint, then caught a whiff of Latin “spiro,” meaning “I breathe,” and suddenly felt airy, upbeat, almost yogic. When parents choose Spiro, it feels as if they’re lighting a diya at dusk: small flame, big glow. The name has never flooded American nurseries (fewer than twenty little Spiros arrive most years, keeping him comfortably off-beat), yet it still found the spotlight through Vice-President Spiro Agnew, a reminder that even rare birds can soar to Washington. In India, where aunties love stories, Spiro is the hero who ferries both “spirit” and “inspiration” in the same compact boat, perfect for a child expected to dream big and breathe easy. Quick on the tongue, rich in back-story, and sprinkled with Mediterranean salt and masala warmth, Spiro is that breezy monsoon wind that makes everyone look up and smile.
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