VISITING THE TIMES BANK………….
.I was walking along the street when I saw the signboard.The board was loudly proclaiming the inaugurationof the ‘TIMESBANK’I was curiousI walked into the bank.The manager was very courteous.He offered me seat.I asked him” do you have time for me”He answered in affirmative.I opened an account with the Bank.
On my next visit to the Bank,I met the manager.He was again very courteous.He offered me coffee. I told him that I wanted ‘Time’. The time that I cherished most,the time that I valued most, the timeThat I treasured most, and the time that has always been very close to my heart.I was guided into the ‘Strong Room’.The strong room was filled with Moments.Some of the moments were radiant, bubbly and brightly illuminated.I peepedinto one of seemingly happy moments and was delighted to see you in that..It was your smile that was causingso much of illumination and the radiance of the moment.Incidentally, I could also seemyself sitting next to you in that moment.Suddenly I was almost pushed overas another moment passed by.It was one of the quiet moment in whichI could see you sitting holding my hand, looking into my eyesand wondering about something. It was such a quiet moment that I could never realize it had quietly knocked me, and also had a gentle knockon my memory.Soon I was surrounded by a number of Moments. It was sort of reunion of the moments. I had moments ,when you were waving me ‘Bye’,your hands moving sideways, while your lashes movedup and down, and I could perceive some moisture at corners.These were moments without you, and I experienced sort of heaviness in the chest. There was a kind of depression around that moment, and I found myself in an unkempt
Unruly state, boisterous with drinks,but sulleninside my heartThen there were moments, when you were again with me,enquiring how I had been managing? There was a general air of elation in that moment,and as I walked Around ,my feet were lighter, and there was a sort of spring in my stride
Before I could get into another moment, the courteous manager interrupted me saying“Sir, your coffee is getting cold.You must have been too tired to doze off. Anyway how much money you would like to withdraw.”I THANKED HIM.I told him , I did not want any money.Money I could have had from any Bank.What I wanted from ‘TIMESBANK’ was Time.I wanted the momentsthat I lived with youand I live for……, the moments ,which are filled by my yearnings for you,and my longing for you
.The manager gave a very unsettled look..he was mumbling“…….He is crazy…he must be crazy…..he is gone……”.I DO NOT UNDERSTAND WHY SHOULD HE BE SO DISTURBED? WHY SHOULD HE CALL ME CRAZY ? …….I figure I should write to directors of the ‘ TIMESBANK’.Or better still I should write to you.I AM SUREYOU WOULD UNDERSTAND MUCH BETTER….!
