Monotony in bank

There are people spasmodically dispersed in the bank. Two small queues are there in front of the first cash counter and the cash manager. Sometimes before I came across Sagnik. I never considered him as a friend, but a classmate only. He is too inimical to be a friend. A Santhal woman fell out with some people standing in the line in front of the kiosk of the cash manager. She was accompanied by her daughter. Now they have gone. She felt herself deprived as the cash manager had initially sent her to some other counter and now as she has been out of queue, the people there were not allowing her to enter into the line again. Now the crowd is not that much congested. But the hoopla has not been reduced. The man in the cash counter three is convincing some recalcitrant one in the queue. Now I'm sure that the people sitting eternally over here will take the seats with them. Right now a lad just left the seat with some pain and uneasiness. Here is a boy who is constantly chattering and muttering with himself. A doolally case I suppose. Most of the women present here are tirbal and Dalits. Boring boring boring. Don't know when I'll get that much-coveted draft. Sound of thumping stamp came. Wonder how much money is being exchanged here everyday. People possess money. They deposit it here in the hopes of interest and security.