Tea and Toast

“Did you know Dada,” Mohon said as he dropped a bag of tea into a cup of water, already heated and kept ready. “They are now saying that eating toast causes cancer?” He pointed to a copy of India Abroad that lay open before him. “What are they going to say next? That drinking tea causes cancer? I tell you, Dada. God knows what those scientists are going to come up with next.”

Mr Munshi wanted to say that everything was carcinogenic. Microwaves, cell-phones, batteries, x-rays. What did it even matter when they were going to die in the end anyway? But he had a feeling if he mentioned cell-phones, Mohon would bring down the old boxes of Nokias, which he horded on his top shelves and begin a rant on how locked phones were a great conspiracy of the American mobile industry. He was in no mood for that. He had received an email the day before from his import-agent in Calcutta, demanding higher compensation. The man said that it simply wasn’t worth his while anymore for the little peanuts he was earning as commission. In the wake of his financial constraints, the thought of buying two round-trip tickets to Calcutta made Mr Munshi fidgety. The jacket felt too snug. Clearly he wasn’t as trim as he used to be. 


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