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 Today

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!"

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.

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 are saving the world from the Light Bill and the Water Bill," Podi Malli said solemnly from the shadows.

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.