I can still vividly remember those long years we spent in prayers and offerings to different Gods from different places and faith, in the hope of a miracle in our own lives. The sleepless nights spent trying and crying over our failed attempts of having our own child, the endless questioning by the relatives as to whose fault it was, the branding by the older generation as the young modern couple who did not want progeny – all those were still fresh in our minds. The wounds had taken some time to heal, but heal they did.