I still remember that day like yesterday. The December chill had set in, and so had my long Christmas vacation. The date was December 18, 1995, and I accompanied my maternal grandparents to Dr. Vaidya’s Maternity Home, Thane. I was aware of what had happened the night before, at 9:30 pm, but I was still as excited as a 4-year-old, probably because I WAS 4 years old. Dad was standing outside the maternity home, flashing a wide beaming smile. I walked softly towards the ward where my mom was resting, and saw a cradle next to her. I walked even slower towards the rocking cradle, careful not to disturb who lay within, my excitement level reaching its zenith. My mother smiled at me weakly, but her face exuded satisfaction and happiness. For a moment everything inside the room had disappeared, save for me and the cradle. I was too short to see what was inside the cradle. I remember standing on my toes, peering into the cradle, to see the most beautiful creation of Go