The temperature is almost 50°C and the heat index is still higher. You can feel the heat creeping into your bones and turn them to ashes. You can say it’s a burning fire almost. The ATM booth has a full blast of air condition. It’s practically a snowy Himalayan cave. The moment you open the glassed door, the greeting gusts of cold welcome you. And you, standing half in fire, half in snow turn a statue for a moment; paradoxes get paraphrased into the quizzical look of your eyes. There is no cash in the machine. Thankfully. The guard has put a ‘No Cash’ board on the machine and is peacefully sleeping. Snoozing serenely in his refrigerator because that’s what it’s as of now. He is safely cocooned inside his ice-pack and outside the blindingly envious loo whimpers and challenges the people to face it. ‘I will burn your eyelashes if you dare to face me!’ it roars. Well, this happens to be one of the few perks of being an ATM guard. One can sleep in a refrigerator when the world is on fire outside and there is no cash in the machine.
About Me
- Sufi
- Hi, this is somebody who has taken the quieter by-lane to be happy. The hustle and bustle of the big, booming main street was too intimidating. Passing through the quieter by-lane I intend to reach a solitary path, laid out just for me, to reach my destiny, to be happy primarily, and enjoy the fruits of being happy. (www.sandeepdahiya.com)
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