Coins

I was getting ready to leave the office. I packed my laptop bag, turned down the cabin lights, and asked whether my colleague was going to join me. I could hear the clatter of coins while he was arranging his backpack. Curiosity got the better of me, and I questioned you have a lot of Chandi in your bag. Sir, no way! Cigarette ke kamal hai, yeh sab. While you drop me off, I buy a cigarette, smoke it, and then head home. In this manner, I could amass many coins. Now, as you mentioned today, will shift the coins positively at home. Throughout these days, I was carrying unnecessary weight. Will plan what to do with the collections once a month. Who knows, maybe in the next 15 days I might suffice with these coins.

Mr. Krupalu, my accounts dept person, responded after hearing our talk. Sir, this is nothing; please hear my case. I kept my laptop bag and sat near him. Sir, I previously had Rs. 7500 in my rucksack. My daily routine included taking a shared auto to the station and sipping a cup of tea before boarding the local train. During the process, my bag contained all the daily collected coins. I used to keep all my coins in a safe pocket. Oh! That's fantastic, what you did for the Chandi collected, I added calmly. Mr. Krupalu proudly stated Daru party. I had a fantastic weekend with friends that lasted from Friday till late Sunday evening. And by the following Monday, the backpack was substantially lighter, ready to be restocked with money. I started to go, saying nice to hear, but was quickly halted by him. Sir, that was simply a trailer, picture to abhi baki hai.

Amused, my colleague and I sat down to hear more. Mr. Krupalu suddenly became somber, his eyes moist. My coworker gave me a strange look, trying to appear attentive. Mr. Krupalu began again after a few minutes of stillness, but this time his voice was more restrained. Sir, I had a filthy rich GF from the business community. This incident occurred during my final year of college when I was a B.com student. We had been together for over two years. That was a beautiful era in my life, as well as a blemish on my first paycheck. Her family had five stores, and as the only girl in the family, her brothers used to give her change in the form of coins every day during store closing.

She was the one who used to take care of all my requirements. If I wanted something, I'd simply say, "Hey, this Jeans is looking good." She used to buy stuff for me right after it. My everyday routine consisted of riding in her scooter or car from her house to college and back. We both had fun while doing so. Driving back home was basically his favorite pastime. They would dine at roadside eateries every day, with Golgappa being their all-time favorite. His blackish complexion and full-grown beard earned him the nickname Bodyguard among his close friends.

Their relationship blossomed during the final examinations. Mr. Krupalu's emotional quotient for her GF was at an all-time low. He intended to get a job and propose to her. After the examinations, their meetings were decreased to once a week. He had the opportunity to visit her home at one such encounter. This wasn't the end; he got to spend time with her in her bedroom, sipping tea and snacking.

Her brothers were not at home today since they went shopping, and Mr. Krupaul's birthday is the next day. She had no choice but to open her dressing table drawer, which he discovered was full of coins. She carefully poured the coins into a canvas bag until the weight was bearable for her to lift. She asked Mr. Krupal if the bag full of coins with different denominations would be sufficient. Mr. Krupal was stunned; he estimated the amount to be in the lakhs. When the same question was asked again, he said enough for the two of us to buy anything we wanted, plus Golgappa as a bonus.

After retelling this story, our guy started crying. Out of empathy, we inquired concerning the rationale for his changed behavior. Wailing, he added, Sir, for her, I picked up a job and was delighted to propose to her the day he received his first paycheck. This was a gift for his love. Both planned to meet at their favorite restaurant to discuss propelling their relationship to the next level. His girlfriend got outside the car without the driver. This was a sign that he was truly having a good time, and they had a long trip ahead of them. She parked the car, smiled, took out a card, and presented it to him, stating her engagement concluded 2 days ago, and here is the wedding invitation. Marriage is set for next month, and he needs to be her best friend for an entire 7-day ceremony. Mr. Krupalu's stance was as if someone had sucked the earth from his feet. He nodded yes, excused himself, and went straight home to cry his heart out.

He promptly resolved to continue his studies and took the opportunity to enroll in the PG course. He took the job solely to impress her girlfriend. He had felt abandoned now that she was nowhere, and there was no need for money to impress her, which he wanted to repay for all the coins she had spent on him.

I patted him on his back and said, let’s not dig deeper into sentiments, you are married and settled. Try to control your emotions and be sensible consider that as a closed chapter and no need to discuss any further with anyone, including your wife.

This is a mantra from a senior and stay blessed!