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Thursday, November 1, 2012

The prank call.

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.

I called her up again. I thought she wouldn’t pick up my call this time, but she did. Weird!

“Hello.” She said.
“Madam, this is me again. Madam, did you cut the call on purpose?” I asked, laughing at the same time. I managed to keep the sound to the minimum though.
“Yes, I most certainly did.” She said.
“Oye, Dumbo! It’s me.” I  started laughing pretty loudly by now.
“I knew it was you only. I was just talking to mama saying it could only be a friend of mine who would be doing this.” She laughed.
“Now the victim always says that. I fooled you, admit it!”
“Ha-ha! No you didn’t. As a matter of fact, who says Ms. Neha Sharma when he/she calls as a part of a company?” Shit! Shit! She had figured it out because I accidentally muttered ‘Neha’ instead of ‘Nehashree’.
“Shit! Shit! Intention was to say Ms. Nehashree Sharma, but somehow it didn’t come out. Guess you figured it out then. And here I’m, thinking I had you made for. F… Shit!” I rectified from blurting out the F word onto her. That was a close call!
“Hey, mama is asking me to accompany her to the temple, so I’m gonna go. Talk to you later?”
“Yeah sure! I will call you again after an hour or so.”
“Hmm… and don’t you think I’m going to the temple to pray for my results or something. It’s just that mama is dragging me there.” She giggled.
“Yeah, yeah! I know that. No gow...” I laughed.

#That feeling when you make someone smile at the worst of their moments. Priceless.

God, I’m so in love with her.

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