Far away in the land of Katra lies a village Nadvira isolated from the rest of the kingdoms. Farmers and fishermen are the majority of the citizens, they enjoy a slow and simple lifestyle and have not been poisoned by the other parts of Katra. The village chief is Viran, a man in his 30’s, accompanied by his wife Sharvani. Sharvani is a strong and beautiful woman, someone ascended from heaven itself. Viran is a strong, well-built, and hardworking man, who always has a calm and peaceful expression on his face, and even though he is a village chief, he is also a fisherman by profession and goes to the river Sindhu from time to time. Sindhu is a long river that passes through the land of Katra; this river is also the reason why the land is so fertile. It is believed that the river was sent by God themselves, pleased by the devotion of the king Ronav, a mighty king who once ruled this land. This river is important for the people of Nadvira since their livelihood depends on it: for farmers, it provides fertile land to grow crops, while for the fishermen it is the only place where they can find fresh water fishes.
Even though Viran and Sharvani have been married for a long time, they haven’t borne any children. But one day, when Viran was on his boat in the river Sindhu, he heard a faint noise. He looked around to find a round casket floating towards his boat. As the casket came closer, the noise gradually increased. Viran curiously picked up the casket and put it near his ear; he heard the faint crying of a baby. Shocked by his discovery, he cracked open the casket to find a baby boy inside. Pleased and astonished by his discovery, Viran ran towards his house overjoyed.
As he entered his house, he ran towards his wife shouting, “We have been blessed!”. Sharvani curiously asked, “What happened my love?”. Viran replied, “The lord has finally listened to our prayers. The Goddess Nadvira has blessed us with a child.”
He showed the child — a beautiful baby boy, his face as bright as the sun, eyes like shining diamonds, and lips soft as flower petals. Sharvani held the child in her arms, lovingly caressing his head, tears rolling down her eyes. “We will call him Ashvat,” said Sharvani.