Watch.. the time !
Last week as I was in another spree of cleaning the house, I came across a plastic Ziploc bag which had our old watches.. Some had straps of plastic, leather, golden, and others metallic. These are old watches of mine and Sagar’s. Somewhere in the last one decade, I stopped wearing watches. The process went from tight fit good-looking watches, to wearing lose fit bangle like watches to no-watches on the wrist! – in tandem with the phases of my life I think 😊 But when I saw this ziplock bag.. a myriad of memories and time zones sprang up from my mind. Most of them were unique watches – not watches that looked great, but those carried with it a memory that was distinct…. There was a black watch that was gifted to Sagar by my uncle on our wedding. There was a golden watch gifted to me, by 2 of my very close friends when I moved from Knoxville to New York. There were watches of different shapes – rectangular, off center – which I had bought for myself, in a mode to just being ‘n...
