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Both the readers and Sunny—Mrs. Anjali Sharma’s son—are keen to keep a close watch on her new Samsung mobile phone. They share an intense desire to monitor the device.

From Sunny’s point of view, the situation unfolds as follows:

"[ She set the phone down and rubbed her eyes once. “He will be here by seven-thirty. I should bathe before that. The oil from morning is still on me.”

She stood, one hand going automatically to the small of her back, then dropping when she realised the pull was lighter. “It is actually better today. I can feel it.” She took a clean towel from the almirah and went inside the bathroom.

She pushed the door until the weak latch caught. I heard the bucket filling, the mug striking the floor, water running over skin. The new phone lay face-down where she had left it. I picked it up. The lock screen appeared at once. I tried the old four-digit code she had used for years. The phone shook and refused. I placed it back exactly as it had been. ]"

The readers make an earnest appeal to the thoughtful, creative, and pragmatic author, "Authorsunny," to find a way—by any means necessary—to provide Sunny with the password for Mrs. Anjali Sharma’s new Samsung mobile.