I know why you’re here.

You have questions, right? Too many loose ends, too many incomplete stories. You tried connecting the dots, but you need more info. You want some answers, and you want them now. Fair enough.

You’ve come to the right place. It’s my job to tell you what you want to know – if you have the required security clearance, since most of what I’m about to tell you is highly classified.

How do you get the clearance?

Not to be rude or anything, but if you need to ask, maybe you shouldn’t be here.

Fine!

In the interests of full disclosure, and since my therapist wants me to try to be less obstructive about… well… everything, I will guide you to the ISRO liaison office in Mumbai.

Go the file-room in the basement. There will be a guy wearing a grey safari suit. That’s your guy.

How does ISRO come into the picture?

It doesn’t.

Mr Safari Suit is just running a nice little side business, in addition to whatever he does for ISRO.

He borrows their premises, unofficially, of course. He’ll arrange for you to get the required clearance, provided you ask for the right form.

See, R&AW is not about to just give away such precious information. You have to earn it.

So, if you don’t even know which form to ask for, you’re on your own.

Maybe, and I’m not judging here, but maybe, you don’t deserve the clearance for such sensitive and top-secret information.

Hey now, don’t be sad. Show a little gumption! Stand up to Mr Safari Suit.

He’s just another civil servant, trying to bind you in red-tape. Tell him that you want to view the files on The Spyders, and be very firm.

Got your clearance? Excellent! Pull up a chair and make yourself comfortable. This story will take some time.

First of all, let me introduce myself.

My name is Samira Joshi. I’m seventeen years old and I’m a spy. I’m part of a secret organisation called The Spyders.

I know Apeksha was supposed to introduce us, but eh! Isn’t this more fun?

So, say hello to my fellow Spyders!

Let’s start with Debbie.

A genius with a heart of gold

Oh yeah! When Debbie’s on a diet, meal times have to be navigated like land mines, because that girl has been known to chuck plates at people.

But, if you ever need someone to hack into your government’s secure servers and get you some info, Debbie’s your girl.

Don’t be fooled by her baby face. She could give Einstein a run for his money.

Moving on to Tina.

The first Spyder
Tina and I were enemies, to start with. Now, we’re friends. To be honest, I still don’t fully trust her not to kill me in my sleep. Shh! Don’t tell her that!

She was the first Spyder. She’s disciplined, hard working, reliable, and like a volcano waiting to erupt. Trust me, you don’t want to get on her bad side.

The next Spyder you must meet is Sweety.

Fiercely loyal, Sweety

Sweety’s real fun! If you’ve enjoyed Money Heist, she’s like Nairobi… the PG-13 version of her, that is.

She is absolutely fearless. Well, almost. She’s scared to bits of her grandmother.

And now, the one Spyder that’s most likely to get you killed, because she goes around with her head in a cloud of C-4 and circuit breakers, completely oblivious to the world around her – Milli.

Milli - the explosives expert

As for me, here goes.

The girl who wanted to be a spy
Of all the Spyders, I am the one who was born to be a spy. My parents have trained me for this job since I was a little girl. But now, they say they want me to be a doctor.

As if.

The story of my journey into espionage is encrypted into a secret file called, Along Came A Spyder.

If you want to access that file, do check out Apeksha’s page. She’ll keep you updated.

Uh-oh!

Sorry, guys. I’ll have to end this unauthorised tête-à-tête now, because our boss, Col. Singh, is slightly over-protective.

If he finds out that we’ve been hopping from blog to blog, he will totally cut off our Internet access for the rest of the year, because we’re supposed to be a secret sisterhood.

So, take care. Stay safe and healthy, and what’s more important, stay home!

 

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