Hello? Is this Sunita?

I wanted the calls to stop. She wanted to disappear. But sometimes, even a wrong number leads to the right questions.

“No, this is not her, and stop calling me, man. It’s been six months,” I shout in the guy’s ears. He clicks his tongue and is nonchalant about it. I just know he doesn't care what I say. All he wants is to talk to Sunita. How am I supposed to know who Sunita is and what business she has with him? I am tired of being mistaken for Sunita. I am not her. Even if I was her, I just know I could do better than this tongue-clicking guy.