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.
*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.