The hospital room echoed with the sharp, beautiful cries of a newborn. Katha lay back on the bed, exhausted, her skin damp with sweat, strands of hair clinging to her cheeks. Agastya stood at her side, gripping her hand like it was the only thing grounding him.

“It’s a girl,” the doctor said. The nurse leaned forward and gently placed the tiny bundle on Katha’s chest.