It was the day after the heavy rains. The sun seemed cheerful in the blue sky, the clouds – a scattering of white and grey columns – floated lazily across the sky. It was a lazy day; even the wind blew lazily. Marcus Smith brought out his plastic chair and went straight to the summer hut in the middle of his compound. It was one of those days when he could just sit and enjoy nature uninterrupted by work or some people’s drama. He sat in the chair, stretched, and smiled. It was a good day to be alive! His smile had not lived sixty seconds when he heard his phone ring. He sighed. Why had he not turned it off yet? He wished the person wouldn’t bother calling again as he didn’t answer. Rather unfortunately for him, the caller kept calling. Finally, without checking the caller ID, he answered, and almost immediately wished the phone would explode. “Why are you avoiding me, Marcus?” The unwelcome greeting sounded over the connection. “Good day to you too, Sonia,” Marcus replied, h