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“How are you going to hack it?” asked Jaya. “Or do you have contacts who can do it for you?”
“I love the idea you guys have of divorce law,” said Reeva. “It sounds so much more fun in your heads. I’ll just... try birthdays. That kind of thing. And if it doesn’t work, we’ll go into one of those shops and pay to get it unlocked. It can’t be that hard.”
Sita shrugged. “If you think you’ll have better luck than us. Go for it.”
“What kind of codes did you try?”
“Zig-zag patterns,” said Jaya. “They’re normally my go-to. We did his birthday too. But nothing.”
“Did you try our birthdays?” asked Reeva. “He cares about us enough to keep that file on us. We might be his passcode too.”
Jaya shook her head, so Reeva turned on the phone and began trying each of their birthdays in turn, in various combinations. She looked up, disappointed. “Nope. Nothing.”
“What about, like, a combo of all our birthdays?” asked Jaya.
“I already tried. It didn’t work.”
“Told you,” said Sita. “It’s not as easy as you think.”
“Let me try one more.” She slowly punched in the numbers 2-6-0-7-6-9. The phone unlocked itself.
“Oh my god!” Jaya shrieked. “What is it? How did you know?”
“Mum’s birthday.” Sita crossed her arms. “I was about to suggest the same.”
“Wow, he must have still loved her,” said Reeva in wonder. “Who makes their ex’s birthday their passcode? Especially when she’s going around telling your kids you’re dead.”
“Awkward for Leela,” said Jaya.
“Come on,” said Sita impatiently. “Let’s see if there are any messages from her.”
Reeva opened up her dad’s WhatsApp and started scrolling as her sisters peered over her shoulders. He had more than 160 conversations open.
“Dad was popular,” cried Jaya. “Who are these people?”
“Looks like they’re mainly the evening prayers crew,” replied Reeva. “I recognize their WhatsApp pics.”
“What are they messaging about?” asked Sita.
“By the look of it, absolutely... nothing,” replied Reeva. “They’re just sending each other religious memes. And look at these guys, messaging Dadevery dayto say good morning. And not just ‘Good morning,’ but ‘Good morning, I hope you have a day full of blessings.’ Oh my god, look. Dad’s doing it too—he replied, ‘Thank you, Jai Shree Krishna, wishing you a peaceful day.’ ”
“Old Indian people areweird,” remarked Jaya. “Mum would never send shit like that.”
“Which is probably why they split up,” snapped Sita. “Can you get to Leela already?”
Reeva tapped on Leela’s name and a stream of messages popped up. The sisters scanned them quickly.
“Why has she sent him a video about a monkey meditating?” asked Reeva.
Jaya frowned. “Why have they attached the videoandsent the YouTube link? What a waste of phone storage.”
“Let me see,” said Sita. “Yeah, I already watched that video about the monkey. It’s a total anticlimax. What? Nitin’s parents send us stuff like this all the time.”
“Their chat’s so dull,” said Jaya. “I guess they’re well beyond the honeymoon stage.”
“Or maybe they’re just friends, like Leela told us,” said Reeva. “There’s nothing here. He’s speaking to her the exact way he speaks to Dhilip Bhai.”
“It doesn’t mean anything,” said Sita. “They’re just not big texters.”
