This is the story of pain, loss, and redefined motherhood. This is a love story, unlike you’ve seen and heard before. The story of a man, who dares to wipe off his masculinity to have the euphoria of motherhood. Yes, this is a singular story of a man conceiving a baby. A story that will carry you to the farthest horizons of immortal love. The squeezing pain of labor, as we all know, is unparallel. No man on earth can experience, because it lies outside the realm of raw masculinity. To be the co-creator of life is the frenzy of joy, only a woman is entitled. The mere thought of playing a part in God’s creation is beyond expression. And the pleasure and pain of being a mother belittle every other pain of the world. Undeniably, the squeezing pang of labor is the epitome of human pain. Yet, the empty pain of infertility supersedes all the pains in the world, even labor. And it’s the same pain that delivers this story of love and loss to its readers. Not all humans are potent to create magic except women. Men, by far have assumed their limitless powers to vanquish civilizations, besides giving birth to a life. The consciousness of being impotent of bearing life has deprived the men of the elated pride always. So, this story is instrumental in allowing a man in experiencing that euphoria of motherhood. However experimental, this story tests the limits of a man to see his burning desire for motherhood. It also experiments to see if humans are bold enough to accept the sweeping changes in biology and life. This is an effort to conceive the insurmountable possibility, that today is brushed off as a laughable idea. A human brain tends to desire paradoxes and then try tirelessly to attain them, one like my story. Absurd or futuristic, the story of a man conceiving a life, undeniably opens the doors of untapped possibilities for mankind.
