"We are saving the world from the Light Bill and the Water Bill," Podi Malli said solemnly from the shadows.
"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!"
"Light bilai, wathura bilai avilla!" Podi Malli screamed, his voice hitting a pitch usually reserved for seeing a cobra in the kitchen. "We are saving the world from the Light
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.
"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." No lights
In the small garden of a modest house, Chooty Malli was peacefully sipping a cup of ginger tea. He was halfway through a deep thought about why mangoes fall down instead of up when Podi Malli burst through the front gate, waving two slips of paper like they were burning his fingers.
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. We will save every cent
Podi Malli rolled his eyes. "Sure you did. Now go get the real bills from the villa. And hope they aren't even higher!"