"Hridaan, son, vanity is a disease which corrodes the soul."I growled inwardly and shot her a glance."Mom, why are you telling me all this? Am I the only one at fault? Doesn't Hetal have anything to do with the situation we are facing?"Mom didn't reply immediately. She calmly went and occupied the armchair which I had just vacated. She had an abundance of patience, something that I wish I'd inherited from her.I was fuming with rage and as a result was breathing heavily. She took out her glasses, wiped them clean and whilst wearing them again, peered at me. "First sit