Thank You, Next: Today’s Relationships and Gadgets Aren’t Made to Last

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Thank You, Next: Today’s Relationships and Gadgets Aren’t Made to Last

Illustration: Shruti Yatam

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hen dad sold off our first family car, my mother cried. It’s not that my father had gone bankrupt. It was the car’s imminent departure that set off the waterworks. My mom has an innate talent for growing attached to anything she has ever owned – animate and inanimate. The fact that the car was second-hand, had a cigarette burn on the front seat, would start at will and stop without warning causing distress, embarrassment, and traffic jams, didn’t matter to her at all. We had many a Good Samaritan coming to our rescue, helping us out of sticky situations, back when Delhi still had some nice people.

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