Two nights before she was born, her parents shared a dream. In it stood a girl with eyes that saw past the horizon of now. The dream named her: Yashwi. It said she would be brilliant, and that she’d carry a sixth sense -a quiet way of glimpsing what was coming. When they woke and told each other, the room went still. How can two people dream the exact same future? Something rare was unfolding. They felt it. On 1/1/2011, Yashwi was born. A date like a starting line. She didn’t crawl through childhood. She sprinted. Walking at 10 months.