IT was the morning after. Shreya Gupta, 33, woke up with her head in her hands, cursing herself for the night before. Was there anything she could do? No, we're not talking hangovers or Alka Seltzer here. It's the more important issue of contraception, something which had slipped the minds of Shreya and her husband, both high-profile Delhi-based journalists, the night before. They had no clue what to do next. They couldn't afford a pregnancy.