The One with the Touchscreen Phone

It is a Sunday. I'm still in bed, it's past 11, AC on, to beat the blasted Mumbai heat, lovely smells coming in from the kitchen, no one to disturb me. I've ascended to heaven. Suddenly, I hear Dad call out, " Ellie, my new expensive latest touchscreen phone just arrived. Come, tell me about... Continue Reading →


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