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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?"

Chooty Malli froze. The ginger tea turned cold in his hand. "Both? At the same time?" Did we start a factory overnight

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. The ginger tea turned cold in his hand

Suddenly, a loud knock came at the door. It was their neighbor, holding a flashlight and looking confused. "Why are you guys sitting in the dark?" the neighbor asked. "We must take drastic measures

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

They spent the rest of the day in total darkness, bumping into furniture and accidentally eating raw chilies because they couldn't see their plates. By evening, the house was silent and pitch black.

"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!"