The television screen in the OPD reception played a black and white song, as she shifted anxiously in her seat. She heaved the large plastic bag with one broken handle onto the empty chair on her right. It carried eleven files with all her previous reports. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her husband, seated in the chair next to her, placed a reassuring hand over her clenched fist. She could feel the callosities and blisters on his palm. A welder by profession, he had taken the day off to accompany her to the clinic. She looked into his weary eyes. Behind the façade of strength and poise, she knew he hid despair and helplessness. It had been long enough… Thirteen long years of childlessness! In these thirteen years, they had seen it all- the carefree coyness of newlyweds gradually transforming into concern, anxiety, frenzy… numerous visits to several doctors… prayers at various temples… a lot of unsolicited advice from family, friends, colleagues, random strangers… finge...