"Talk to me!" he whispered, hunched over his Ubuntu laptop.
The sky above Hyderabad was the color of a week-old bruise, threatening rain that would never come. Arjun wiped his glasses and stared at the two devices on his desk: a sleek, glass-and-titanium flagship phone that cost more than his first motorcycle, and the Nokia 225 4G. The latter was a candy bar of cyan plastic, thick, unapologetic, and as sophisticated as a brick.
And as the sun set over the red mud roads, Arjun smiled. He realized that sometimes, the best driver is no driver at all. The Nokia 225 4G had won. It was a phone, not a peripheral. And for the first time in years, that felt like a feature, not a bug.