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"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?"

Podi Malli rolled his eyes. "Sure you did. Now go get the real bills from the villa. And hope they aren't even higher!"

"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

Chooty Malli and Podi Malli stared at each other. The tension evaporated instantly. Chooty Malli lunged for the light switch, flooding the room with a warm glow, while Podi Malli ran to the kitchen to turn on the tap just to hear the beautiful sound of running water.

Chooty Malli froze. The ginger tea turned cold in his hand. "Both? At the same time?" "Sure you did

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

The neighbor looked at the bills resting on the table. He squinted at them under his flashlight and then started laughing so hard he nearly dropped his light. "We must take drastic measures

"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!"