Gauri felt a rush of warmth deep inside her. It surged upwards like an inexorable flood, filling her eyes until the room melted in a wash of colours and liquid shapes. As the pictures blurred, her perception snapped into brilliant focus. For better than her, he knew the true meaning of the visit. He knew it perfectly because he grasped it not with his head but with his heart. Like a child unrestrained by propriety or ego, he had the freedom, courage and honesty to reach out in pain to his nani. This was love, simple and pure.