Dear Reader,
Across all the 9 short stories in my book, one of the themes that I have carefully explored, and repeatedly used is that of the relationship shared by the new-age Indian parent and child. Why, you ask? Well my fascination for this particular theme stems from the very strange nature of this relationship.


Gone are the days when you, dear reader worshiped the very ground your parents walked on. Today you don’t feel the need to take your parents advice on every subject; in fact you often appreciate it when your parents keep their opinion to themselves. On the other hand all of the above mentioned, and many other reasons, don’t stop you from living with your parents, even after you are a fully grown, mature adult yourself. And even those of you who don’t, find it very easy to turn to your parents for comfort the minute you are faced with a dilemma. From losing a job to suffering heartbreak, a parent is expected to help a child deal with it all – even though the child himself may be a 30-year-old, grown man!

On the other hand you have the parents. You may be the smartest young person in your colony, and your annual pay package may be a matter of pride for them; and yet their ultimate aim in life is to see you well-settled (read married)! Don’t get me wrong dear reader. I am not trying to pass judgement on anyone. In fact having been both, a child and parent myself, I have passed through all the above mentioned phases and stages of life. Perhaps that is the reason I felt so compelled to pen my ideas down.
I would like to sign-off by saying that I hope atleast one parent-child relationship in this book reminds you of the relationship you share with your parents. And if it does dear reader, then I shall consider my attempt to capture this bitter-sweet relationship, a successful one.