In June 2021, as the pandemic forced the world into virtual mode, as WhatsApp, Snapchat, TikTok and Instagram became our interface not just for human interactions but also for knowledge and information sharing, I gave birth to a beautiful boy. When I held my baby in my arms, I whispered, “I have no idea, absolutely no idea about how to raise you. About how to be the parent you deserve.” You see, I come from a family of girls. We are two sisters, my mom also has only sisters, and my sister too has only daughters. As a girl born and raised in patriarchal India, and as a journalist turned gender-rights activist, I knew what to tell my daughter. I knew how to prepare her to take on a sexist and misogynistic world. But a son! Those three letters were unknown territory to me.