9.15pm, Delhi. It’s after dark, a warm and humid evening, and I’m walking to the shops near my apartment.
At the side of a residential road, three men—one of them a security guard—are sitting next to each other on plastic chairs, looking at the side of a parked car, laughing and smiling.
As I walk past them, I can see that they’ve placed a mobile phone in the recessed door-handle of the car next to them, so that it’s suspended sideways.
They’re watching a movie on the phone’s 3-inch colour screen. Despite the tiny size of the image, they’re enjoying it immensely.