Late that night, everyone finally left.
The hospital room became quiet.
Only mother and son remained.
Rain tapped gently against the windows.
Raghuveer slept against her chest.
Alankrita looked down at him.
Months earlier, she had stood alone outside a mansion in India with five hundred rupees and nowhere to go.
Now she sat in a hospital in Cambridge holding her son while an entire city celebrated his arrival.
She kissed his forehead gently.
"Hello, Raghuveer."
The little boy shifted slightly in his sleep.
Outside, Cambridge slept peacefully beneath the rain.
Inside the hospital room, a journalist and her son met for the first time.
And somewhere very far away in India,
Dr Sumitra smiled at her phone screen and whispered:
"Welcome to the world, little miracle."