It was complicated, And I was happy. It was messy, And I was happy. It was absurd, And I was happy... it was wrong... but...didn't I say it before? I was happy. I don't really know where to start. Is it appropriate to start with the disasters or the miracles? Is it safe to let people know exactly who you are? Or do you just omit the bad stuff and let the good stuff be. It was the year that India was blessed with its billionth baby, Aastha. We had been ushered into a new century. And here I was, wishing I would be blessed with my own little miracle.