Art of Spying

*Onkar Kedia

Is this a Short story? Perhaps not! Read on to see….

‘Do you know, I had no idea about spying. Learnt it the hard way’.

I was keenly listening. 

‘You will not believe. I learnt it from my father’, she said. 

‘From your father?’, I wasn’t astonished but I pretended to. 
‘Yes, he has been keeping track of my activities ever since I started going to school.’
‘Don’t overreact. He was only concerned about you’, I tried to sound reasonable to soothe her feelings. 
‘Concerned?  My foot. A control freak. He just wanted me to be his ideal daughter.’
She was speaking as if possessed. 
‘I could feel his presence everywhere. If I ever went out with a boy, he thought, I would sleep with him.’
‘I will tell you a secret. I ensured that he was right on occasions’, she winked. 
I was looking at her in complete disbelief. 
‘He taught me the art of spying and also the art of dealing with it.’
Her eyes were flush with signs of victory.

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*Onkar Kedia has been a career Civil Servant who retired from the Central Government Service in February this year. He has been writing poems in Hindi and English on his blogs http://betterurlife.blogspot.com/ and http://onkarkedia.blogspot.com/

The current piece is a part of his experiments with his musings on a variety of subjects  through conversations.