DEEPAN MUKHERJEE

A twenty-one-year-old girl tells her Mom that she has missed her period for two months. Very worried, the mother goes to the chemist and buys a test kit. The test result shows that the girl is pregnant.

Shouting, cursing, crying, the mother says, ‘Who was the pig that did this to you? I want to know!’ The girl picks up the phone and makes a call.

Half an hour later a Ferrari stops in front of their house; a mature and distinguished man with grey hair, impeccably dressed in a very expensive suit, steps out of the car and enters the house. He sits in the living room with the father, the mother and the girl, and tells them,

‘Good morning, your daughter has informed me of the problem. I can’t marry her because of my personal family situation, but I’ll provide support.’

‘If a girl is born, I will bequeath her two supermarket stores, a townhouse, a beach villa and a $1,000,000 bank account. If a boy is born, my legacy will be a couple of factories and a $2,000,000 bank account. If it is twins, a factory and $1,000,000 each. However, if there is a miscarriage, what do you suggest I do?’

At this point, the father, who had remained silent, places a hand firmly on the man’s shoulder and tells him, ‘Then you try again.’