"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?"
"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." wathura bilai avilla!" Podi Malli screamed
"Light bilai, wathura bilai avilla!" Podi Malli screamed, his voice hitting a pitch usually reserved for seeing a cobra in the kitchen. wathura bilai avilla!" Podi Malli screamed