The last two days were essentially different from my routine. Actually it was pleasant and memorable. And ironically latest technology was of virtually no use. Up in the Nilgiris, my cell service refused to send micro/radio waves to my parents house, nestling in a valley, turning my mobile into a baggage. And amidst all this, I craved to talk.

Mercifully the holiday home came with one frill, the dear old land line phone. Thanks to it, two words keep ringing "Tell Me" with a twang accent and "I don't know", catch you later, me gonna hear those words again.