MIRROR OF MIND

Switching homes especially after marriage is a Herculean task. While you want to take every treasure that belongs to you in the past 20 years, you realise that your second home can only accommodate a part of it. In the dilemma of what to take and what to leave one often leaves behind some important stuff and the same happened with me too. I misplaced my ATM card of the account which I frequently used earlier, before I opened my official salary account. Recently when I went home – my maiden home, for a day’s visit, I planned to search it at few particular places were I usually kept it – like the upper two drawers of my study table or the book shelf. The moment I opened the first drawer, I discovered it was a complete mess. Being a cleanliness freak I could not believe that I hadn’t cleaned the drawers in years. However, I had to anyway ignore the mess and move ahead in my mission. Amidst all the confusion of where possibly can my ATM card be, my mind was screaming to tell that it has to

I felt as if a ‘time bomb’ was ticking in my handbag. The moment anyone came to know about it, I was in a soup. Yes! That day I was on my way home from a bank and the ‘time bomb’ what I thought was a huge five figure amount I was carrying with me. After a sabbatical and paying off the dues, I decided to close down my salary account with a reputed bank. After going to the bank and completing all the formalities, I learnt that the final amount in my account will be handed over in cash right then rather than transferring it to another bank account. A chill went through my spine hearing this… a cloud of fear surrounded me. My mind quickly went in a flashback mode where the headlines of that day’s newspaper screamed: ‘Ahmedabad: Gujarat’s underworld HQ’. Yet another incident I recalled was an article about a businessman being robbed from a bank near Mithakali. I tried to calm down and caught hold on myself. After counting the amount from the teller, I carefully put it in my handbag; zipped