Childhood is always memorable for all of us, our family, friends, daily fun routine, school everything we want to live over and over. I grew up in a far away town, filled with people from across country, a government colony to be very precise. My roots are from the cold hills of Garhwal, but my dad's job kept us warm for good long years in the heart of Madhya Pradesh. Dad used to call it a cosmopolitan city as people from all over India were employed here. We had friends from all over the states. Dad was not much friendly but he had a very Friendly friend whom we called Mishra Uncle (in India Aunty and uncles are not subjected for relatives but mainly for neighbors and family friends). He was a very joyous person full of life and energy. In my childhood, he was the best uncle to be around but this story is about his beautiful wife, Mishra Aunty. I don't have words to subject her affection and kindness for other people and especially for me. She was a tall lady ...