At 50, Raj 

At 50, Raj had made peace with life. A quiet home, a garden full of marigolds, and evenings with soft music—that was enough.

But life had other plans.

After years of believing it was too late, Raj became a father—not once, but twice. Twin daughters, tiny and radiant, arrived like sunlight through stormy clouds.

Neighbors whispered, “A miracle,” and Raj smiled through tears. Diapers replaced newspapers, lullabies replaced silence. His hands, once calloused with work, now cradled dreams.

He named them Hope and Grace—because that’s what they gave him: a second chance, a new beginning, and love beyond measure.

And at 50, Raj didn’t feel old.

He felt reborn.