Unusual aspects of being a banker… (let’s talk tuesday)

Yesterday, an often regular old lady entered the bank and the first thing she uttered was “Hey you are wearing a beautiful top that makes you look pretty”. I smiled and only smiled. I could hardly respond to her. Instead of feeling nice and happy about it, I slightly panicked inside. What I was taken aback with that she has grown old , we had some good moments and one day she will leave us all . I know this sounds weird to our ears when everyone knows its a fact, and still doesn’t like to be reminded . What this very little incident reminded me of that “There was this really really really nice lady customer who use to come to my  bank branch quite often , who had a loooong name . I called her Maria ma’am ( which was neither her first or last name, I liked it that way ) .She was  around 85 to 86 years old and had super glow with calmness on her face . Her personality somewhat personified my character( I think) . She seemed to be a satisfied person with children and grandchildren settled in country and abroad. She walked nice and tall for her age and took care of every banking need mostly on her own. She was too polite in nature. But why am I talking about her all this while ? Read on  ……

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The thing with her was that i really liked whenever she came . No matter what the situation i am in she made me feel calm with just her presence . And the most significant thing was that she liked me the exact way back . Her job was mostly done by the branch manager but without fail , she came to me every time to talk to me for a few moments , while we looked at each other with Awe.

She was a real fan of the constant smile on my face and my cheerful attitude . Every time we talked , she cued me how delightful it is to feel the positivism and calmness when in the same room as me . Irrespective of the crowd handling and the other work pressures, I spread laughter that help her relax and vice versa. And I used to reply her with ” Your presence is the reason behind my smile and it usually broadens when you are around ” . She was really a nice lady with a warm cozy heart , I could feel that through the glass shield  between us.

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A few days went by , I didn’t see her . One day one of her grandson came to deposit some cheque , I have seen him with her earlier, so I asked him about why isn’t she coming on her own , if she was okay due to her old age ?  What he replied was really hard for me to digest and I knew , maybe I would never see her again . She had throat cancer, last stage and due to the old age she couldn’t tolerate the chemotherapies as well . I showed my helpless concern and he left. A few weeks later he came again and this time before leaving the premises he came to my counter to forward the good wishes that directly came from Maria ma’am . He said that she was happy to hear from me .That was the very last time I heard anything from her. She couldn’t survive to see the new year calender of 2019 . She left us . What she left with me was her optimism towards life and the temperament that we shared .. I will always remember her.

And then comes the most sad part of being the banker , no matter how much you are emotionally attached to the person or how awful you feel , you have to do the banker’s job.We settled her death claim towards her children . I have always been this emotional kid , but only did I realize after joining a PSU , Where we directly connect to public and their almost personal lives. I had this type of connection with people in Kolkata before , but I had hardly imagined this would happen in a state where the language is also unfamiliar to me . I guess that sums up to just being me all the time .Its just me !!!!!

 

SHE ~ poetry

She
who is she?

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She is the cloud covering the mountains,
She is the unreachable tip of the hill
She is the elevation.

She is the sparkles of the fire,
She is the dew on the leaves you can only admire
She is the feel.

She is the silhouette of the setting sun,
She is the closeness of moonlight companion
She is the silence.

She is the cherry on your ice-cream, that looks perfect un-eaten
She is the soap bubbles you cant catch,
She is the dream.

She is the twinkle of the stars,
She is the cold breeze you feel from far,
She is the bloom.

She is the unforgettable bite,
She is the warmth of blanket in cold night,
She is comfort.

She is the unread chapter of your story,
She is the hidden glory,
She is the mystery.

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She is the bird that never returned home,
She is the long awaited wish,
She is the prayer.

She is the wing you want to fly with,
She is the vision you see beauty,
She is the first touch.

She is the salt in your food,
She is the drug on your wound,
She is the need.

She is the hug you live for,
She is the kiss you long for.
She is love.

She is the mist in the foggy night,
She is the arms you want to hold tight,
She is togetherness.

She is your cake, your tea
She is the basic,
She is luxury.

She is the sound of the waves,
She is the chirp you crave,
She is happiness.

She is the sweetest voice,
She is the kindest heart,
She is the longing.

She is the mermaid of your fantasy,
She is the star in your dreams,
She is Her.

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Somewhere in the clouds
in the foggy mountains
in the salty oceans
you will find her.

Still the conclusion awaits.
Who is she?

~Riya

Prominently Similar- Poetry

ProminentlySimilar

The perception of viewing a thing particular
Seems so prominently similar
To the one that was owned earlier,
but now older.

 

The continuous denial of the truth
in vision of having the same eye
that mind ignores and the heart sees through

 

The sustainable trial of accepting the offer
that has been served
with love and no risk of nearby adieu

The concept of expecting equal warmth in the arms
of the person you had and now you persue
catering the same to the individual
you pray to provide your love to.

The provision of infinite supply
of the promise made
without a known fortune
to take the side by.

The understatement of the inner self
to postpone the happiness for the time being
and stay up for the pretention
towards the one and only human being.

The perception of viewing a thing particular
Seems so prominently similar
To the one who was the beholder,
but now a moulder.

                                                                                                                                             

 

Much love

Riya

I am not suppose to be – poetry

I am me

I am myself

Do you have a problem with that?

Yes I m terrible,I do horrible things, but who doesn’t anyways.

I eat, I don’t

I bath,I dont

I talk,I do a lot

I study,I don’t

I sleep, I don’t

I dream,I do a lot

That’s what I have known being me,myself.

I think I am cute

I think people likes me

I think I am solved

I think I know where am I going

I think I love to work

I think people at work loves me

I think I have friends

I think friends think I am their friend

I think I am in love I think he loves me too

I think I miss my parents

I think my brother misses me too

I think I want to party

I think I can stay alone

I think I can take care of myself

I think I can shop alone

I think I like to cook

I think he loves to eat that

I think I am strong because I can’t b weak enough

I think I am funny because people laugh at me

I think I am stupid Because I dont think much before saying

I think I am smart because I know what am I doing

I think I love my job Because I can’t wait to be there

I think I hate my home Because loneliness kills me here

No..no it’s not the fact,

It’s what I think

But the fact is,

I know what I want

I know what I need

I know what I am supposed to be

At least I am not supposed to be alone At least that is not what I was meant for.

I wrote this when I stayed alone in kolkata in my initial years of service. I am happy Its not the case anymore

Much love

Riya

A dream to come true- Poetry

I woke up in the middle of the night,

To see you laying beside, all innocent.

I kissed your nose and reached your eyes,

U stared and said, What is it about hon? Is there something you want?

I said yes, I have a dream to come true

” A dream, In which I am unknown to the people, but you

In which no one knows me like you do.

I wanna be your life darling,

I wanna be your wife,

I wanna be the mother of your child.

Yes I have a dream to come true

A dream that completes with you. “

And you convinced as promising as ever,

My love, You will get everything you want

You will get the life of your chance.

And I kissed you again and slept in your arms.

That is what I remember as I woke up to see that you were gone.

I smiled As if you were ever here to be gone.

Yes I have a dream to come true.

A dream that is incomplete without you.

Riya