In a nation where a vast majority is obsessed with the male child, I grew up in a female dominated family of three women and one man – my Father, the minority! I was the younger of two sisters and when my mother was expecting me, my maternal grandmother waited with bated breath for her ‘grandson’ to be born.... instead there I was - the second grand-daughter! As the story goes, when I was born, the nurse who came to break the news to my poor fretting and impatient dad pacing the waiting room. She actually started with the sentence - ‘Sir, I’m sorry to say…’.