The Secret Society

They thought it was just a cute, little restaurant, a shop or maybe even a church

But if they ever came to know the truth, it would give their world-view a tectonic lurch

For, you see, the white cottage was actually the headquarters of our secret organization

Revealing whose name would invite imprisonment, execution, or God forbid, rustication


Each member of our team is carefully selected to look innocent and innocuous


We are trained for five years just to keep our expression perfectly vacuous

The next ten years are devoted to practicing perfect timing for reaching just the right spot

And only then is a member inducted into the elite execution team, but only if there is a vacant slot


The job that we do is incredibly risky

The hours are long, and our targets can be quite pesky

But we continue to toil, onward and upward, much like in the story of King Robert Bruce and the spider

Or the poet Longfellow’s youth holding the banner with the strange device, Excelsior!


And so when we saw the Indian couple with a camera in their hand

We quickly got into the act, and gathered our band

And it is evidence of our clockwork-like efficiency, that in the midst of their smiles and their laughs

The Indians didn’t even realize that they’d been hit by the Bombers of the Photographs!





About anuragbakhshi

At the age of 40, I decided to exit the corporate world, and enter the world of stories as a full-time writer. Wish me luck!
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