Tamira

Tamira was into the third hour of cleaning the little window by the table when his phone rang.

“Sir!” said the excited voice. “Maine ek dum solid dialogue maara!” the caller informed him. Tamira transferred 1000 Rupees to him.

Tamira opened an excel sheet and updated it with the payment he had made. He scanned the other entries with great satisfaction. It was one person against the world and money made the world go around after all.

A walk in 4th avenue — Rs 300

Placing a garbage can in 1st cross st — Rs 20

Liking a Social Media post — Rs 2

20 push ups in the gym — Rs 100

Sending a New Year Greeting at 7AM- Rs 6

A bad book review — Rs 100

Payments made with goodwill were in a separate tab — the ones where his friends and acquaintances had generously supported him. Quite a few tasks had been accomplished. He was pleased with himself and his ability to plan and execute things to a T. He added more tasks for the next day :

Parking a blue car outside the grocery store - Rs 800

Sending a promotional SMS - Rs 10

Hiring a crew for a Photoshoot - Rs 10,000

Script for an interview - Rs 500

Speed driving down the beach road at 6PM - Rs 40,000

He then opened the photo gallery to ensure he was capturing the moments of truth right.

Tamira maintained a huge collection of files, carefully sorted into directories. He loved the sense of organisation and control it gave him. In another life, he would have been a project manager . Everything in Tamira’s house was always in its place. He had started young and only gotten better by the years. Those around him admired his diligence.

The clock struck 4. It was time to leave for the club. He would update some files again in the evening. He dressed in blue and khaki and checked himself in the mirror. He patted himself for the emotionally detached outlook he had in planning and managing tasks to ensure desired outcomes. Legacy doesn’t come easily!