"Henceforth I'm simply going to have dinner without you. I'm literally fed up of calling and waiting for you." Shifali's angry outburst camouflaged all her other emotions of love and concern for her son. She was trying her best to keep her temper in check. But this had become a routine. She would keep calling Saad for dinner and he would continue to work on his laptop. And each time, without looking up, he would just say, "I'll be there in five minutes." But those five minutes would stretch and Shifali only found herself waiting over cold food. Today her tolerance level had crossed its