If you had told me that sunny afternoon in the early 90s when I had dashed off in a cycle rickshaw after school to pick up a gas cylinder at a godown in Kolkata, which we had booked months back, that today I would just dial the IVR on my cell, punch buttons, and half an later receive a call from a gas cylinder delivery guy to coordinate when to deliver the cylinder at our place in Mumbai I would have said, 'yeah right, next you will say we will all have telephones and can carry them with us!' Incidentally it was Bharat Gas in both cases. Different centuries. Different cities.
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