"Both! It’s a double attack!" Podi Malli collapsed into a plastic chair, staring at the numbers on the bills as if they were written in an ancient, cursed language. "Look at the electricity bill. Did we start a factory overnight? Did you leave the iron on for three days? Or did the fridge decide to host a party for all the other appliances in the neighborhood?"
"You idiots," the neighbor gasped. "These aren't yours. Look at the address! These belong to the big villa at the end of the lane. The postman must have swapped them in his rush." Did we start a factory overnight
"We must take drastic measures," Chooty Malli declared, standing tall. "From now on, we live like the ancestors. No lights. We sleep when the sun goes down. We wash only with the morning dew. We will save every cent!" "These aren't yours
"See?" Chooty Malli said, leaning back and picking up his cold tea. "I told you my thoughts were bright. I knew all along it wasn't our bill." " Chooty Malli declared