My mood had not been particularly high for the past few days, mainly because many of the things I deemed to be important were delayed.
As my father had chosen to accept my decision to marry Seetha, my mother was trying her best to get back the control she was losing. Thus, she had begged my father to let her family priest be the one who interpreted the charts that I had brought back. I didn't know what she was planning, but I didn't like it.
It took the priest half a month to get here, and in that time, I had grown extremely impatient, especially since the relationship between my mother and I was clearly beginning to sour.
She had resorted to ignoring me whenever she could, hoping that that would change my mind. Unfortunately, I was not one to waver when it came to that kind of attitude
