My interest in rhetoric began with my name. Keli Devi, pronounced Kay-lee Day-vee. Culled from a book on Sanskrit by my Beatles-infatuated Hare Krishna father who’d grown up as just one David in a sea of others, I learned early on that functions as a key. It garnered me bullying and teasing in the conservative Ozarks where I grew up in a trailer. In the penumbra of
[Symbol] Sanskrit Rhetoric and Poetic, by Vidya Niwas Misra (“revealed and unrevealed word”).
In short, it was the perfect name for a little girl born and raised in a trailer in the Ozarks.