I had called her up last
night from my dad’s cell. My cell had already gotten drained out from much of
its balance and I was sure the remaining balance wouldn’t hold up if I called
her again.
Calling from a different
cell got me a pretty funny idea. I wanted to play a prank on her. My friends
used to get these calls saying they had won some lottery as a part of some
company’s draw. Of course they were a fake thing, but I sure wanted to try that
on her.
I called her up, not sure
if she would pick up seeing that the call was from an unknown number. 6 rings
and she picked up the phone. I was sweating and pretty nervous. Fuck, my
mind screamed!
“Hello. May… I speak to…
Ms. Neha Sharma?” I blurted out, but stuttered once in a while.
“Yes, speaking.” I guess
she didn’t notice the voice on the other side of her phone being me. Good
thing! I smirked.
“Madam, you have won an amount
of… 50,000 pounds as a part of Coca Cola group of companies lottery draw… your
number has been chosen to be the winner… how… would you like to claim it mam?”
This stammering just wouldn’t stop!
“Who’s this?” She sounded
suspicious. Fuck, I hadn’t decided on my name yet. Fuck! Fuck! Think,
think!
“This… is… Ramesh Kakad
from Mumbai, mam.” Is that the best I could come up with? Ramesh Kakad?
Seriously?!
“No… No… I don’t want any
money. You can keep it with you.” Saying that, she cut the call. Guess the
prank did work in getting onto her. I grinned.
