Some of my earliest — and happiest — memories are of time spent with my paternal grandmother.For the first five years of my life, I was the proverbial apple of her eye. Every photo seemed to show Grandma kissing me and I would run to her for cuddles.She even gave me the nickname Sonu, which means gold in Hindu. And like gold, I glowed in the light of her unconditional love. Then, abruptly, the light went out.
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