Shivali like all mothers wanted to give the best to her son Neel. At the same time like all mothers she also expected the very best from Neel in everything he did. Be it studies computers swimming cricket elocution and so on. Consequently the young 12-year-old was always under constant pressure and stress which Shivali as a mother could never observe see or feel. Until one fine day while oiling Neel’s hair she spotted a patch the size of a one rupee coin at the back of his scalp. To her horror her trichologist described this patch as an auto