He was an avid collector of clocks and watches. He bought the pieces from junk shops, online shopping sites, chain stores and luxury outlets he could afford in all the cities he visited.
His living room was a kind of museum with many conversation pieces, and the line he repeated often was
“Good things happen, but not always at the right time.”
A cheeky question from a teenager, “Are you trying to enslave Time?”
The cryptic reply – “These devices are not TIME, but they measure time in the manner I program them.”
Finally, she has reached a place she wished to be in. Is it too late?
She looks at the vast stretch of life behind her, takes the line by its horns and turns it in the direction she wants. She is in control. It doesn’t matter for how long.
As long as she does not need an oxygen mask, and the line on the monitor does not go flat.
She starts writing a ‘living will’ because she doesn’t want to lose control at the end of the story.
The fluttering pages of the book know not where to stop, so the clock stops ticking.
Someone flashes a sign signifying the end, but the last act chapter is yet to pan out.
Fingers are flying on a keyboard to write the rest of it.
Someone is composing music to alter the impact.
Multiple book covers are being designed to present the story with names of different authors.
It is not a wasted life if it creates a commotion before losing itself in the folds of time.
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