“Kiran, wake up,” Mom shook me up. “What are you mixed up with this time? Instinct Detective Agency’s director has called you on our landline.”
I sat up, groggily. In an instant, all of what had happened the day before came back to me. Without even bothering to even wash my face, I ran to the phone.
“Ms. Mathur, you are late for your job on your second day at it,” Mr. Pandey, the director, teased her.
“Oh, I am sorry, Sir. I overslept this morning. You see, I have never moved about so much in one day.”
“Aren’t you coming then? Mr. Chopra is waiting for you in the office.”
“Well! I don’t think I could make it, Sir.”
“I take it you are taking the day off.”
“No, Sir. I don’t think, I will be able to make it at all, Sir.”
“Well! Ms. Mathur, where has your enthusiasm gone? What will Sherlock Holmes and Nancy Drew say about you?”
“Sir…” I said, sheepishly. “I guess, I am not cut out for detective work.”
“Hey, don’t give up, child. We never get such enthusiastic youngsters in this field, today. Meet me after completing your studies. In the meantime, I want you to join some sports activity to increase your endurance for physical strain. I would also advise you to join the National Cadet Core,” he said, encouragingly and hung up.
I wondered if I really could make it in the field of the private eye. It’s too early to say, now, I suppose. Like Scarlet said at the end of Gone with the Wind, “Tomorrow is another day.” Who knows? If I took Mr. Pandey’s advice, I might even someday become the top op!