There comes a time in our lives where things feel like they've finally fallen into place and we have our life going the way we want it to go. We live more, enjoy music at a deeper level, meet people with the jubilant most vibes and over all just have a new aura to ourselves.
But
Just when we think we've got things under control, BOOM!! One of our exes becomes nostalgic and he suddenly develops the urge to know if we're okay.
Of all the mistakes in my life, the one I regret most is having dated that one guy. We all have that one person we just hate the most and we wish we'd just never met. These people don't have any caste, color or creed, nor are they bound by geographical limits. They can be anyone and be anywhere.
Almost a decade of a peaceful life with no signs of the people from the past, one day the kingdom of the MerryVille sees an intrusion from outside from the enemy lines.
The intruder never had anything new to say or suggest. 'Sorry I hurt you, sorry I misbehaved, sorry this sorry that. Can we start again, be friends?'
Now there are some guys who would not contact you again if you've insulted or hurt their ego once or twice. But some are most resilient to even that. They've got minds like a devil's workshop.
The guy who has inspired this prank is the worst kinda ex you can imagine to have. Now he had my number and he used to call me from his number and any number he could get his hands on, his friends, office, any number.
For almost 5 months I never recognised his voice when he called me from anonymous numbers.
He's called me as a customer calling at Agriculture department, as Mr ABC calling for XYZ, as Mr ABC asking about the construction site and what not.
I never recognised the voice and never realised who could be behind this. One day I picked up a call which I was expecting to be from a book shop about a book I'd ordered. But I just recognised the voice and I was like OH SHIT!!
I cut the call and went about my daily chores. That day just because I recognised the voice and cut the call, I got like 60 something calls and messages till my phone died off.
So then the thing continued, he'd get new numbers of his friends or colleagues or whoever, I don't know, and call to see if I respond to that.
I had become so pissed. I had to do something. I was sitting in the college bus and on my way to the hospital for clinical rotation. I was looking at the seat in front of me and thinking about a revenge plan. Then suddenly I had an idea.
I wrote his number on the back of that seat and wrote
'Wish her on 14th September'
This way the horny boys or uncles who would see this script at the back of the seat would call or spam text this number and he'd be pissed as to how his number is getting spam texts from people who think he's a girl.
I also wanted to write it on all public places like public toilets and advertisement walls. But for the moment I thought that would be enough.
#majorhairflip
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