Whose watching?

It was a breezy summer morning. There was a lot of anxiety and chatter among students; you could see it on their face. The bell rang – the first mandated us to essentially freeze in our positions. You could not move or talk, while the Prefects walked around with an air of authority…ready to pull up any mischevious student. Try fidgeting and they will take you and have you stand on the stage, with the world’s (actually just the rest of the students’ & every single teacher’s) eye upon you.

That morning as the second bell struck and we assembled in respective lines, we heard hush murmurs… “Hey look…” “not there” “see..” “It’s there for sure”

The crowd quickly assembled, and after our morning prayers, Sister came to deliver her message for the day.

“There was once a farmer who was picking corn for his master. The master had gone out till evening, and needed the corn collected and packed neatly. The farmer was conscientious in his work, but today he was feeling lazy. He had called his son to help. As he saw his son pick out the corn, he had an idea.
“Son let’s fill up an extra bag with corn for us; no one will know.”
To this his son replied, “No, he’s watching”.
The father jumped and looked around. “Whose watching? Where? Oh my God, where?”
To this the son just pointed up at the sky, “God is watching”

Sister was going to elaborate on it further, when a girl screamed, “Look!” She was pointing to the toilet window on the 1st floor. The window was open and a white cloth, which seemed attached to the window, had got caught in the wind and was flapping away.

There had been indiscriminate talk of a ghost haunting for the past few days. This was supposed to be proof…

If you listened closely, you could hear a whispered collective thought, “Whose watching?”