Mom thinks times have changed; while I am still young, she’s old. Technology is on a threshold, yet relationships are cold. Parents are too busy to scold, children don’t like to be told and empty homes make a household. Lo and behold, money and power redeem gold and virtue is sold. Summers and monsoons are scorching hot, while winters aren’t even bold. And then, as she is about to break into another mould, I bring her back into the fold. Is she fashioned old? Can’t be, since the world she grew up in appears to be tad different manifold!