A few years ago, if a couple from Moradabad or Anantnag needed IVF, the journey usually began with a train ticket. They would travel to Delhi, sit in an unfamiliar waiting room, spend money on hotels and lost wages, and carry the entire weight of the experience alone — because back home, nobody could know. I remember couples who told relatives they were going to the capital for “a wedding” or “some paperwork.” That was the reality of fertility c…
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