Concern “How is your health?” my mother enquired over the phone. I would have laughed and given her the same stereotype answer had it been some different time. I had a bout with fever 4-5 days before the conversation and I knew that she had her own anxiety over the health of her child. So I explained to her my condition (It was not easy to say that even though the fever is gone, I spent the entire day in the company of body ache) and completed it with a charmer that I have started to play tennis. She would have actually smiled. I could visualize her doing the same during the conversation. “Then surely you are not in good health, at least mentally. How come a guy who runs away from anything remotely physical started playing a demanding sport like Lawn Tennis? Is everything okay?” It was my turn to smile. “Yeah” I said. “What could possibly go wrong if someone has a mother like you?” Even with this kind of banter I could never miss the concern in her tone. There was nothing new in this e