I was four when my parents had to leave me at my maternal grandparents’ home. My banker dad was posted in a small village Masi in Uttarakhand. He wanted me to start my education appropriately and hence this heart-breaking decision for a tiny kid. I have very faint memories of how I felt then. All I remember is my maternal aunt who now lives in Canada teaching me the art of writing and reading early on to give me a way to cope up, vent my feelings and learn more about life...continue reading on the blog