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Kathiravan stepped out of his room, ready for his morning walk. But he stopped short, frowning at the sight before him. Both his daughters were asleep on the hall sofa, their phones lying on the teapoy. The screens kept flashing every now and then, but there was no sound — the devices were clearly on silent mode.
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