The Secrets Granny Whispered in My Ears (People's Kafe, #4)

Nani was my little buddha. She was our cute, roly-poly, bundle of affection. I must have had a past life connection with Nani. Or so I would like to believe. I say so cause we both has exceptional fondness for one another that transcended age and distance. Nani was always anchored in Bhopal, while I moved around cities as dad got transferred. But even in the good old days of trunk calls and letters, we maintained contact, pouring our hearts out to each other. Now that I think of it, Nani wa...