Smita gets furious and frustrated with the “try again “message flashing for the fifth consecutive time, before the phone switches over to “disabled” mode.
Seething with anger, she charges out to her bedroom for a fresh round of question- answer session with her husband Amit.
“Why did you have to change it again, you want more space, just give me a divorce , all right? “ hurls Smita and almost throws the phone on the bed with a “just , unlock it “,before marching out.
A perplexed Amit is at his wit’s end to discover all his official mails , contacts , apps, calendars erased, on account of Smita’s carelessness and battles to fix the damage with an urgent official meeting awaiting him in less than an hour’s time.
“What was the problem?”,Amit asks Smita in his characteristic cool temperament , before counter-accusing her , only to receive the insanely immature reply “ your phone is my phone now and I don’t want you to keep changing passwords, what is it that you are hiding , after all?”
Amit feels nauseously repulsed , dashes out of the door, “time to take charge now” ,he resolves and the car zooms off .