Cash – A short story

He was staring at the slick streets through the break of car wipers. They ferociously tried to keep the downpour off windshield. Stay focussed, Tanmay reminded himself again. It seemed, the wiper was at fault for all this, for his losing focus, as the world outside vanished for long seconds behind a cascade of water and thoughts. Finally, Tanmay gave up, and let his focus wander. His grip on the wheel became heavier. And his shoulders drooped some more. There was no where to go. So where was the hurry? Tanmay didnt remember how long he had been in the car, slipping through the watery city. The warm car and the chassis-deep drone quietened the weird dream he had been having. He could almost laugh at himself. But by the time he recognized the iron gate and the security guards and the apartment lobby, fresh memory hurt again, like no dream can. He was left searching for a meaning to go back to his own flat. When he finally found the key and slipped it into the key hole, the numbness came back. A soft, reassuring click of the key turning in the lock. The door moves back so smoothly that he blinks at it for a moment before dragging himself in.