Every morning he calls me from a different number. Sometimes, he gets a colleague to call me. I used to tell him to leave me alone, at first politely, then screaming in frustration. Then I stopped answering. The calls dwindled. I relaxed and began answering unknown numbers (I mean, what if it's Shah Rukh?). As if they knew, the calls begin again. "I have a plan for you. Take it, no?" "Leave me alone," I scream. "But things were so good between us for two years. What happened? I won't let you go." The calls never stop.

I am not talking about an ex-boyfriend or aspiring lover. But I am talking about a stalker. Mine is called Hathway Internet, but I'm sure you have one of your own. It could be a bank that refuses to shut down your account. A credit card that upgrades your limit when you say you don't want it anymore. A time-share for couples, though you're single.