It was 10.30 in the morning and there we were standing before the person in charge of lockers of a leading public sector bank. Me and my DH were sweating profusely, having changed two buses and walked half a mile to reach the bank. Both of us being senior citizens, reaching the bank’s branch was a Himalayan task. Both the PSB branch and we, it’s clients, had been constantly shifting residences, like the Navagrahas which shift their houses once in a year or two, which left us with either of us, not having the latest address of each other. With neither the google search nor the customer care being able to help us, we decided to visit the last known address of the bank, which we were well aware about. Our over confidence resulted in a wasteful merry go round, on the chennai streets under the hot sun, with either a demolished building greeting us or an old watchman hard of hearing giving us evasive answers. Finally we zeroed upon the right address and for once we felt we had peaked the Everest. Hurray! we cried in excitement and in all happiness, exchanged a high five between ourselves, much to the annoyance and amusement of onlookers. Our “mission impossible” was to close a locker in that particular branch, the contents of which we had emptied long ago. As we were ageing we thought it wise to close down all the dormant accounts, lockers and make our financial affairs sleek and manageable, what with a considerable amounts of rents being deducted regularly from our SB accounts. A dashing young fellow who resembled more like Shah Rukh Khan, but sporting a Rajini style, flipping his hair frequently, was incharge of the lockers section, his handsome physical appearance completely in odds with his rough behavior. He gave us an insipid look and countinued banging the keyboard of his computer in front of him. After a few minutes of waiting, when I grabbed his attention, with great difficulty, explaining him the purpose of our visit, With the same disinterested look he said he could do that, which only required checking the locker and putting our signatures in the ledger. Since there were just two chairs both of which were occupied by senior citizens we were left to stand for more than an hour. Meanwhile there were other well-to-do customers with whom the locker in charge seemed to be very familiar, helping them to get their lockers opened, all the while, sporting a big infectious smile. Meanwhile we looked at the locker ledger on the desk with our photos staring at us, all the time waiting patiently for the call for our signatures. Soon it was lunch time and the staff were busy having their lunch, taking out their tiffin carriers out, a melange of aromas hitting our nostrils, activating our hunger pangs, nullified by their endless gossiping that which made our wait less cumbersome and dull. Suddenly the lady manager appeared from nowhere and spoke a few words with the locker in charge and they both went off in a jiffy saying they would return in a few minutes and our work would be over very soon. We waited and waited and waited. It was time to close the bank. The assistant who sat next to him all the while was talking about her daughters proposed marriage arrangements, which included Vaira oosi sari, 9 yards saree, sarees for her close relatives, the breakfast, lunch and dinner arrangements all on her mobile phone, compelling gossip which we were forced to listen as bystanders. Her bantering went on for another hour until another customer came for some help. It was closing time and the watchman literally had to throw out so he could bring down the shutters. Frequent calls by phone from the assistant next to the locker in charge, elicited the reply that he was on the way. With the assistant asking us to come the next day morning, since nobody else could deal with lockers considering the security issue, we left the place bone tired. The next day we were right on the dot of time mentioned by the locker in charge 11 am. With great enthusiasm and hopes we rushed into the bank only to be received by the watch guard who was wandering around the office with a big photo in his hand. When we thought that the bank was installing some deities photo, I was shocked to see a smiling woman’s photo which he kept on a separate table and also put a huge garland around it. I knew that the lady in the photo had passed away and the bank staff was getting ready to pay their respects. The locker in charge was nowhere to be seen. When the staff joined together and the head of the bank spoke a few words of appreciation about the lady officer who had passed away, and offered a two minute silence, we also stood together and shared their prayers. When everything was over and when we finally thought, it was of no use lingering in the bank further, the locker in charge entered hurriedly, offering excuses, opening the ledger and checking the locker keys. We checked our locker immediately and also put down our signatures, to the effect that our locker account was closed permanently. Just as we’re leaving the bank premises with a sigh of relief, the lady manager who entered the bank wished us Good Morning with a big smile. I nodded my head but mentally cursed at the apathetic attitude of such banks, that too with senior citizens. Well it was a “good mourning” indeed. We walked away without looking back to encounter another episode of closing an account with great apprehensions and trepidation.