Mayla twirls in on a soft summer breeze, her roots dipping into many colorful pots—some hear the Sanskrit “Maya,” the Indian idea of enchantment and creative power; others catch the month of May, all blossoms and new beginnings; a few even link her to the melodic “lay” of lullabies. However you trace the thread, Mayla feels like a little spark of magic, quick to grin and quicker to grow. She’s still a hidden gem in the U.S. charts—hovering around the 800s—but like jasmine climbing a trellis, she keeps inching upward year after year. Parents say the name rolls off the tongue like a sweet tabla beat—MAY-luh—and carries the promise of someone who sees the world with wide, wondering eyes. Think of Mayla as a pocket-sized sunrise: brief, bright, and ready to start the day with hope.
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