Sodhi laughs heartily, slapping his thigh, accidentally knocking over a jar of pickles. Glass shatters. Roshan gives him a death stare. Sodhi’s laugh turns into a nervous giggle.

“Bas, tum apna phone pocket mein mat rakhna. Pichli baar tumne Raavan ke saath apna phone bhi jala diya tha. (Just don’t keep your phone in your pocket. Last time you burned your phone along with Ravan.)”

“Jethalal! Subah-subah kya tamasha hai? (What’s this drama early in the morning?)”

Bapuji sighs dramatically. “Tujhse na hopaayega, beta. Tu toh light switch bhi darr se dabata hai. (You can’t do it, son. You press a light switch in fear.)”