I woke up today in the early morning to feed my 3-month old kid. He was resisting latching on but was also crying because he was hungry. I started looking at his movements when waiting for him to settle down. This wait started jogging my memory back when I was a kid. I was a rebel kid. If you ask my parents, they will say that “was” is an understatement. I still fight with my mom and dad on various ideas. There are always arguments on how to go about something. Now I think about it, there was always arguments/discussions from my childhood. It started with my questioning on the need to go to school. I hated it, of course, who does not. But I used to run from the school to my home on the first opportunity I got, considering my home was sharing a compound wall with the school in India. My first teacher was my mom’s close friend and she was ok chasing after me when I did that. Good old days. I would fight with my mom and my teacher refusing to go back to school. Most of the times, t...