Another Day: Part 2

Mohit halted his scooter and looked up at the tall, renovated bank. He entered the bank and his first reaction was 'After wasting all the money and resources,it still looks the boring old bank to me'.

He had no idea where the loan was being sanctioned. As he hurried up to an old man who was playing solitaire in his computer lazily.

''Excuse me, Where can I collect the loan?''

''Here'' said the Old man pushing the landline infront of him.

''Umm..I asked where can I collect the loan, not phone''

''Oho! Upstairs.You won't have trouble finding it. Ask somebody over there'' said the old man giving a faint smile.

Mohit ascended the staircase and the 1st floor impressed him. It was air conditioned and the floor was made of marble tiles. It looked high-class.


''It will take a few minutes, please be seated'' Mr. Sharma shuffled the documents as Mohit nervously flexed his finger, apprehensive of the sanctioning. he badly needed the loan...

Even as he saw Mr. Sharma withdrew with a smile and kept the papers on the table.

Mohit let out a sigh and his mind drifted to Taj again. The reason why such low-class family had been to Taj was to meet an editor of some publications in order to publish Mohit's Dad's poems. His Dad always wanted to be a hindi poet but fate as you know, it shattered all the dreams. All of his works were burnt. He had the same thought everyday, wishing he had the power to go back in time and avoid that huge hurdle that changed his life forever.

It took about 15 mins and Mohit collected his loan. He thanked Mr.Sharma and now as he was descending the stairs but suddenly stopped when he heard some ruckus downstairs. He tried to listen closer and heard shrieks and screams.

Mohit crouched down slowly to get a better look. His skin turned white in fear as he saw a group of masked and armed men. Daylight Robbery!


''Everybody! Lie down, on the floor!'' they kept shouting at the top of their voice.

Mohit stood up, totally and uttlerly confused. His heart dropped as he saw one of the robbers pointing at Mohit. ''You, get down over here right now!'' he said pointing over to a carpet infront of him.

Mohit got down the stairs, shaking vigorously and lied down on the carpet.

''Nobody tries to move!'' said the robber.

This was his second time. Mohit had to think of something to get away from here. 'It's just another day.' he thought foolishly. The Taj incident had caused him such fear which was nowhere closer to this fear that he was experiencing.

They kept screaming at the top of their voices. ''I need to see the manager!Where is he?''

They grabbed an old man by his collar, the same very old man who had mistaken 'loan' for 'phone'

''He's, he's on the 2nd floor.'' said the old man.''Please don't hurt me, please.'' he said folding his hands.

Mohit closed his eyes and clutched the carpet beneath him. 'I can't let this happen to me again.'






To be continued....