This freedom of action which for the future she allowed me and to which I had never dreamed that she would consent, appeared to me suddenly as sad as might be my freedom of action after her death (when I should still love her and she would for ever have abandoned me).
Here my mindes back when Didibhai played all hr tricks to refrain me from going to Calcutta with Madme Krishna Bs. Only for a few dys - had she been my real "granny" - wold she have done this ? The feeling of insecurity sometimes makes peple cruel and crafty . Just as the protagonist here had to put an act for a goodnight kiss from his mom- Wannz wAy