Sanyukta could not have been happier as she mulled over how the previous day had passed. When Vidushi told her about the impromptu wedding in Kolkata she had desperately looked for an excuse to be in the city at the same time. Fortunately through her network she got wind of an event happening in the city that weekend and she had eagerly signed up as a compere. The money was not much but the organiser was willing to fly her to and fro and she agreed immediately, simply asking for a return flight for the next day. She informed Vidushi who had already made plans for her to stay the night in the wedding house where she was sure no one would find anything amiss due to the hustle bustle, and if anyone did see her they would be told that she was an old friend who was stopping by briefly, which was the truth in any case.

Sanyukta reached Kolkata just in time for the event and was able to wrap it up on schedule so she could make it to the rendezvous she was looking forward to, skipping her meal as she hastened to avoid arriving late, stopping by just once to shop for something vital. She found the quiet little cafe where she was expected and spotted the two women sitting quietly. Hardly able to contain her excitement she squealed with joy as she ran forth and hugged Anju who did not know how to react initially. Both mother and daughter had a tearful reunion as Sanyukta gushed out her apologies for having hurt the one person she had always been attached to and whom she missed mostly over the previous months. 

A few weeks ago Sanyukta had called her Kolkata cousin's Bengali wife Shonali taking her into confidence, convinced that she would understand her predicament, having eloped to marry herself. Shonali was flattered that Sanyukta has approached her and had been supportive of her cause. Sanyukta enlisted her help  to convince her mother to come out shopping, which did not seem like an unusual request. Once together Shonali had broken the news to Anju who was stunned to know that she would be meeting the daughter that the rest of her family had literally written off from the inheritance and their lives. 

An emotional Sanyukta told Anju about her life and work in Mumbai leaving out Randhir and Vidushi from the detail, she knew her mother would be unable to handle the truth about Randhir at this stage. As they rambled over coffee Sanyukta asked after her family and was relieved to know that they had moved on, although they never mentioned Sanyukta again, leaving Anju trapped between their indifference and her silent concern for her daughter. After the meeting had lasted long enough Anju reluctantly said goodbye to Sanyukta, making a promise to keep in touch over the phone whenever it was possible. Sanyukta gifted sarees to both women which she bought at her mother's favourite saree shop in Kolkata, handing over the receipts so that her mother could easily explain her shopping trip at home. 

She saw the two ladies off and made her way to the Rajbari, where she was received by Vidushi who was ecstatic to know that Sanyukta had finally managed  to reconcile with her mother. Later as Sanyukta saw Randhir entering Vidushi's room she hugged him with delight, her heart beating with excitement. It had taken every ounce of her self-control not to reveal to him her reason for euphoria. Later that night while in bed the lovers had dared to scale newer heights of passion, and if Randhir had not restrained himself just in time they would have swept across their final frontier. Nevertheless Randhir managed to calm down his pent-up lover as he continued to fill her in with his childhood stories of his grandparents affection for each other and for their grandchildren.

He told her how his grandmother made amazing mushroom dumplings and chicken momos, that her chingri cutlets were to die for and the first time Yasmeen made lemon tea at the Barsati because she forgot to buy milk she had brought back memories of his Didima who he missed very much, effortlessly attaching the same affection to his new room-mate. During his early years he regarded Madhabi and Nobin as his real parents as Renuka and Harsh were much too occupied with running the business. After Didima passed away he had seen his grandfather retreat into a shell, the family did not know that Nobin secretly blamed himself for her premature death. To his mind had she not faced his neglect for nearly two decades her fragile self would have continue to be at his side for many more years to come.

Nobin preserved her memories well, he never emptied her wardrobe of her clothes and personal effects, cherishing every piece of her fabric and jewellery along with her diary and scrapbook which he took out only during moments of complete solitude, longing to identify the person most worthy of inheriting that personal treasure. The night of the wedding after he had convinced Renuka to get some rest he had once more reached out for the stash, taking a sentimental walk down memory lane. As he slipped into the pullover Madhabi had knit for him he experienced strong, unfamiliar vibrations that night, an inexplicable pull which felt like his Madhabi was trying to point him in a certain direction, hardly aware that a few rooms away an unfamiliar girl sharing his grandson's bed had sensed them too as she took in the fragrance of the jasmine serenely wafting through the moist August breeze, connecting them in a loop of fate that had yet to reveal itself to its contenders.