Cashless life’s a mess
By Neel Anil Panicker
Outside the banks the lines just got longer. It seems both men and machines have gone crazy.
Inside the cubicle-sized ATM kiosk, the forty-something guard Gobind Mishra feels the imprint of a boot on his posterior. His ears are assailed by a stream of filthy abuses.
Another night has slipped by.
Another cash-less day has broken out.
The forty-something guard knows what that means: no food for his wife and two children for the third straight day.
An hour later he walks across to ‘Patriots Diner’.
The offer of “Work available__no money, only food”, is too tempting to refuse.