"Happy Birthday my boy, my king, my cute little son. How is the apple of my eye? What is he doing? Is he mischievous? This letter would be read to you by your father, Kanha. Kanha? That's not your name? Well,  mama will always call you that,  if she would have been with you and given an opportunity, she would have named you Krishna, because you are like God to her. She loves you a lot. But you're little now,  to understand all this,  right? I hope Papa,  is taking good care of you. Ask him to buy you many toys from Mama's side. Love you and also your reader."