NO FURTHER QUESTIONS
By Neel Anil Panicker
“Trust me, you will suffer no harm. It’s a piece of cake, a walk in the park, really.”
The last word was two octaves higher, a shrill screech, as if each syllablic sound had been forced out of an unwilling tongue, the ‘r’ vehemently protesting, leaves it’s opposition as all over the inner soft palate.
I looked at the man seated across from me who I had known until this moment as my best friend, as someone who I had credited with a lot of sense, more intelligence than any person I had known in my two decade old pitiable existence on Planet Earth.
I opened my mouth to counter what he had said, but he beat me to it.
“I have it all chalked out. We enter on a Tuesday, around three, a time when the the place is relatively less peopled, the staff are relaxed, and the security lax. You keep guard outside while I enter and engage the manager who…”
‘Hey, wait…Satish’, I raised my voice.
A few early morning customers from the adjacent tables turned around, their eyebrows slightly raised, quizzical expressions on their faces.
I mouthed a ‘sorry and continued, this time keeping my voice to almost a whisper, “Listen, my dear friend, I don’t know what’s got to you, but honestly, we are talking about a heist, a full blown bank robbery, and let me tell you it is the most hair brained that I have heard in a long, long time and something that’s going to put us in a lot of mess.”
My friend stared at me for long as if I were an alien and then replied, his voice an even keel, ‘Listen Satish, I don’t know whether this is a good idea or not or what are risks thereof or not, but all I ask is are with me when I go inside to rob that bank of ten millions or not”?
I looked at the young man I had grown up and gone to school with, even enjoyed umpteen movies and picnics with, at his half mocking self assured, slightly insouciant visage as his bored his probing steel grey eyes into mine, and knew what he knew too—that I was in, in for life, in for whatever goddam mess he was getting himself because I had no choice, ‘coz that’s what bosom buddies are for, aren’t they?
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