Benji’s life was this monotonous cycle of waking up, getting prepared for his tedious work of guarding the ATM, eat whenever he finds time, and getting back to his little place in the nearby alley, which does not give the air of ‘home’. But what else can this old guy expect after spending most of his youth frittering away in lost cause, due to his lack of knowledge in the concept of ‘employment’. Of course, one day, Mr. Roy noticed Benji and decided to give this guy a chance to put his sentry skills to use. It has been years and Benji has come across several types of people, of different nature. People who come to draw the cash, who pass by the ATM every day, some in the hope of being promoted, some in the hurry to catch the metro, some in the silence of unknown, some babbling to…