It all started with a puff. A mere puff.
The first person to notice it, the little blue puff of smoke curling up, was Baby apa. When she was not busy being a plump, lovable schoolteacher, she lived in a two-storied house and watered her plants twice a day. When she saw it for what it was, she immediately reported the matter to the District Judge (retd) sahib, her father.
"Look, Baba…"
"You're telling me to 'look' now?"
"No, I mean listen."
"For your information, young lady, I wear this hearing aid thing. So, I can't really 'listen'."
"But you're responding just fine!"