It happened on a Tuesday, halfway through a chicken karahi. My phone was propped against the spice jars, a recipe video was playing, and both hands were shining with oil and dusted with flour. The cook on screen had already jumped to the next step, I had missed the important one, and the pause button … Read more
Last week at a small shop, I paid for my things, picked up my phone and typed my PIN without even looking at the screen. Behind me, my younger cousin smiled and calmly said my four digits back to me, in the right order. He had watched my thumb for about three seconds. No hacking, … Read more
My phone screen had become boring in the most normal way. Same icons in the same grid, every single morning. Then a short video crossed my feed where a small round photo was hanging from the top of a phone screen, swinging left and right like a tiny locket on a thin chain. The boy … Read more