Light Bilai Wathura Bilai Avilla (඾යිටේ А¶¶а·’а¶ѕа¶єа·’ А·ђа¶­а·”ර А¶¶а·’а¶ѕа¶єа·’ А¶‡а·ђа·’а¶ѕа·ља¶ѕа·џ) | Chooty Malli | Podi Malli

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.

Podi Malli rolled his eyes. "Sure you did. Now go get the real bills from the villa. And hope they aren't even higher!" Suddenly, a loud knock came at the door

"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!" Podi Malli rolled his eyes

Chooty Malli snatched the bill. "This can't be right. We barely use the lights! I even sit in the dark to think so I can save units!" And hope they aren't even higher

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.

"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?"