Tring, Tring, Tring, Tring, the phone rang. I let it ring for sometime before picking it up. “Rao here,” I said, and I was not surprised when there was no response at the other end. This was for the sixth time within three days it was happening .So I tried to play a trick to catch the culprit.
“Pramod here”, I said imitating my boss’s voice. “Hello Pramod, when did you return from Bombay?” It was a female voice who called herself Lakshmi.
“Only this morning,” I said and promised to call on her that evening.
“Ah, this was it, the boss’ girlfriend. I couldn’t help feeling for his poor wife and children. Calling his residence, I said, “Mrs Pramod, here’s a well-wisher to warn you to keep an eye on your husband’s movements,” and rang off as abruptly as I made the call.
The next day I found a visitor in my boss’s room sitting opposite him ,clad in a printed silk top and sporting a pony tail. The voice sounded familiar .
“Ah, he’s here” exclaimed my boss and said, “Rao, this is Lakshminarayan. He says he spoke to me yesterday. I’m trying to tell him I returned only today.”
Looking at the visitor’s clean shaven face I gasped and felt tongue tied. “Pramod, you have a very conscientious secretary, he was always there when I phoned” said the visitor.
“Oh! my!” I started sweating, “Sir your wife, Sir, please tell her Sir.” I stammered.
N Meera Raghavendra Rao