I picked my call In caption The lockdown had taken it's toll, we all were spread around various places in the house like blobs of jelly immersed in our phones. Just for a lark I, sitting on my father's recliner, he was sleeping on the floor, dialed my own number to see what happens. Imagine my surprise when a husky voice, no even in the bathroom while trying to sound like RD Burman in Sholay's Mehbooba I am never that husky, responded with a gruff hello. I asked who's speaking to get a sharp reprimand that it was me who called and should know whom I had called. I said I had called myself and maybe calling self is wrong. He didn't appreciated the wit and told me to spell the reason of the call and that he is a busy fellow. I again asked him to please tell me who was on the line and he laughed this time a big uproarious laugh like the Ravan in the Ramleela that I saw last year. I was a bit scared now and wanted to disconnect the call which I was sure was a wrong number mis connected.
