dark knight?

In one of the blogs I am following the writer talks about how her mummy believes that her curly hair are due to the fact she was born in Zambia. I recollected one such story about my birth.
My mom was pregnant with me while she was in London. I am the youngest of three and my brother and sister take their complexions from mommy who is pretty fair. When my mother was in her eight month of pregnancy, her mother called her back to India to deliver the baby. Obstinately this was done, so that my mommy could have all the post pregnancy care. My granny was quite a naturotheraphy person and was well versed with all the gharule recipes for everything. I used to get pus boils and she would ask us to gather the leaves of the hibiscus shrub and then she would pound them to a paste and apply on it so that it would burst. She would do all the gross part of pushing the pus out while my mom would barely be able to watch.
So mom, while technically not being advised to fly in the eight month came back to Mumbai and with it she puffed away all my chances of getting the hallowed UK passport. I was hence stuck with the Indian passport which I rued, for all of my adolescent life. Bah!
But the story is not this. The story is that when I was born my granny nearly disowned me. I was dark. I guess not dark as in south Indian dark but just not as fair as my brother and sister. My brother especially, as he was even fairer. My granny was quite clear. She thought I was exchanged at the hospital. How could I have been born so dark if my mom was in London while she conceived? There everyone is so fair. The weather is all cold and it snows and all that…how on earth was this dark kid ours.
Sorry gran. For that answer you gotta take one look at your son in law. I can get my skin colour from my dad as well. It takes two to tango.