This book is an autobiographical narration of the research activities, with penchant and passion, by two leading clinicians who turned towards stem cell research in later years of their life. The book is about facts as they happened, it also includes fiction as it should be a part of any novel and there is fantasizing as well as what one would like to be in the future. Facts, fiction and fantasy are frequently flavoured with philosophy as well. The authors axiomatically classify themselves as philosophers. Advocating that philosophy is the mother of all disciplines, they narrate how they jumped into deep waters of expensive stem cell research. The book describes how did they blunder at times and also cites the appearance of guardian angels to salvage them. Floundering from cell biology to different kinds of stem cell applications, the book describes where they have now parked at a far horizon, on the edge of new discovery of a wonderful drug. They ignite a spark of caution with restrictive regulations. The book ends with reframing the poem by Rabindranath Tagore, "Into that heaven of regenerative medicine, my Father, let my country awake."