Dial M for Mishap A (mostly) true story told hilariously by Sunil i.e Me...! It was just another mellow Monday when I, Sunil the Sane , was sipping my morning tea, marveling at the profound beauty of a biscuit sinking ever so slowly into the cup. Life was peaceful. Birds were chirping. My WhatsApp was quiet. The world, for once, made sense. And then- RING RING! my phone buzzed. It was Ashok. Now, let me introduce Ashok. He’s the kind of friend who once tried to make Maggi in a toaster. A man of brilliant confidence and questionable decisions. If Murphy’s Law had a brand ambassador, it would be Ashok, probably crashing through the banner during his speech. “Hello?” I said, cheerful and unaware. What came next hit me harder than my cholesterol report after wedding season. “You ruined my car, Sunil!” he thundered. “What? What car? Did I drive it in my sleep?” I stuttered. “You! You were talking to me on the phone while I was driving; and then BOOM! BAM! CRAS...