The music stopped and another impatient voice came on. “Madam, we are calling from Delhi Customs. There is a package with your name as the sender.”
Urvashi sighed. She received several packages from various brands. One of the perks that came with having 323K followers was how brands wooed you with freebies. So far, she had avoided obviously paid for partnerships lest it take away from her credibility. But she didn’t send out anything. So what did the man mean? Why couldn’t these fools check before calling her?
The man grunted and switched to Hindi. “Is this your address?” he asked, reading out the full address.
“Yes,” she said, not bothering to hide her annoyance.
He continued in Hindi, “You sent a parcel to an address in Malaysia.”
“I haven’t sent anything to anyone. Besides, I don’t know anyone in Malaysia.” Her voice rose, as she tried to find the words in Hindi, a language she had learnt in school and had no use for until she moved to Bengaluru. She had to dredge her memory to be able to speak to autorickshaw drivers and street vendors when they pretended not to understand Tamil or English. Over the years she had picked up a smattering of…
Source: New short fiction by Anita Nair: A social media star falls prey to cyber fraud. Who’ll believe her?
