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......