The empty coffee cup from the table was
picked up. And the gaze back to the book. A sudden burst of wind
inside the doors, everything else forgotten. To be carried away
by the moment...
Partners in Crime – Unabridged
The day was ordinary, some mundane
tasks at the bank. Forms filled and stamped and refilled. Not a very
smart cookie when it comes to matters of the wallet. The money
checked and counted and in place and the smartness fades when it
comes to the placement of the wallet. Damn, now the wallet is
missing. Where is it? Well, before that is it worth the effort of the
search? The cards maybe, money discountable. A zillion thoughts
buzzing, would it have been taken by somebody who really needed the
cash? Is it okay, to simply let go? But the cards matter don’t
they? Aargh!
The security empathised, maybe he
understood the plight of missing wallets more than anyone else. He
was of no help really though. Well a little more time with the nice
security man, who is really concerned about the misplaced/stolen
wallet than other matters at his hand. So, what next? Maybe a
briefing, asking him to give a call if the wallet turns up.
It wouldn’t matter if the wallet
cropped up legs and walked back without the money but just the cards
would do. It would be understandable of the wallet though, how long
can one simply hold money, it was the wallets urge to splurge now.
Maybe, a visit to the wallet cleaning guy for a shiny look or a trip
to see the world instead of the dingy pockets and smell some fresh
air.
Well now, the office beckons. But not
for long, the bank seems the place to be for the day. So after half
an hour, it is time for another visit for further investigation. A
little desperation maybe, the gaze falls on a group of women who keep
the campus clean and beautiful. Would they know something? Is there a
feel of ‘I wish I can share something with you’? Well, one brave
lady bucks up. The conversation rolls. The overtly concerned security
guy himself the culprit and with evidence.
Dilemma, Is confronting him a solution? would he need the money so
bad? Can the wallet take precedence
over a human being? Some more voices from the women join along.’
Leave the poor guy, don’t complain, god knows in what need he is
in.’
so.. Theft == Gift !
Another lady retorts with indignation, ‘How can you say
that? The guy needs to be sacked, a thief is a thief, and a security
thief just isn’t right!’
so.. Theft = Theft !
The lovely ladies with so much heart and
guts also divulge the place where the wallet is hidden. Hmmm, so what
now? All points duly noted, a confrontation or let go?
Theft = Theft or Theft == Gift ?
Theft = Theft or Theft == Gift ?
Well maybe it is time to look and scout
the bank again. There sits the wallet, there the security watching
over the stolen wallet. There the security cameras with their faces
turned in all directions. Well, the Sherlock Homes inside came
souring out at a singular moment, when the cameras were turned away
and the security beckoned to another duty. In that fraction of a second, an ultra chilled out walk,
a smooth retrieval of the wallet with all casualness in the world.
Mission accomplished !
None confronted. None offended. Just a
pack of smiling ladies, a smiling me and the dear wallet which loves
to see the world, all in place.. but for the bewildered security in search of the gift / happy enough with the gift of 'no confrontation' B-)
finally, its.. Theft * Theft = Gift
wow!, what a gift...
wow!, what a gift...
Partners in crime :)
