Next morning they took me to meet my Nana-Nani. They had loved me but decided to stay away for my sake. But now I wanted to meet them, know them. It was a small cute hill house with a sweet garden and the most stunning scenery of the famous Darjeeling tea gardens. Nana worked as an accountant here. Nani opened the door, looked at me and started crying. She knew...!! We entered the house, Nana was reading the newspaper... he looked up and his eyes misted as well. He hugged me and put his hand on my head for blessings.

We settled and I gave him the letter and the box. He opened to read the letter addressed Baba and Maa. He told us mom had asked his apologies for severing contact with them as they had given me away to my buaji. But at death bed she realised it was all for good. Nani brought the small key of the box, they had it I realised. It had a mangalsutra and two bangles and a ring. These were Nani's which she had given to Maa as a wedding present. She wanted them to gift me the jewellery on my wedding. We had a great day talking and sharing stories about my mom. He showed me around the tea garden and we went to the factory also and I learnt how the Darjeeling tea was processed and packed.

Next day I returned to Noida and met my mom, actually my Buaji. Mom had given her the famous Kasam, sworne her not to tell me. It was bittersweet but I had the closure I needed as to why I didn't resemble my Noida mom as much... because I resembled my Darjeeling mom... who didn't get her due because of I'll informed Dadi and social weakness of a girl's parents of those days...

All was settled now.. I was a new girl, with a whole set of relatives and a lot of money...

the end..
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