The summer of discontent

Cooler weather should at least ensure there won't be too many frayed feathers - or tempers. Who knows, maybe my mother and I will even start being civil again

It has been a few weeks since my mother and I talked to each other over the phone, having had an altercation that was, shall we say,  unpleasant? My son and his wife too had their first tiff as newlyweds, causing them both to sulk — though they were equally quick to make up. My daughter, whose daily commute takes her from Noida to Gurugram and back, at least has reason to be in a rage on working days. My wife tells me off so often that I can safely say we are in a perpetual state of war. Our