It was moving continuously, without any interruption, it always did. And it has been really long since my wall clock stopped. It seemed that its crisp voice of motion in my silent room was trying to convey something to me.

I was trying to find the hidden message in that convivial sound, it felt like it was really tired. Yes, nothing strange, my wall clock was really tired of seeing me like this, my incorrigible attitude was troubling it.

It was heartbroken when it found out that I didn’t care about its motion, i didn’t care even about what will happen if it stopped. But even after I avoided its troubles, it understood me, it showered its benevolence on me.

Every minute its hand came back to its original position, the exact same position. I found it similar to myself, as I was also the same as before, no change or growth from last few years.

I was still starring at the clock, realizing what is its purpose, why it keeps moving on and on without reaching or stopping anywhere. Then I realized who am I to castigate the clock, when I am in exactly the same situation, moving without a purpose.

The clock didn’t had the ability for getting knowledge, but I did, then also I chose nescience.

With these thoughts in my mind, I was lost in a world, a world with no one but me and that clock, just interacting with each other. And suddenly I fell down, I looked back and there was no one there, the clock was gone.

When I came back again to reality, I looked at the clock, it stopped.
I now understood what it was trying to say all this time. It was telling me to get up and learn, to grow, to enjoy.

Though it stopped, but the time didn’t, it was still flowing in that outside world. And I was still sitting wondering about the message I just got from that clock.

I stood up and went outside, moving on with time, leaving behind my nescience to give company to that stopped clock.

It was strange though, a stopped clock started my time…


9 thoughts on “That stopped clock……

  1. Beautifully written from start to finish, and love your interpretation of time here. “crisp voice of motion” Brilliant phrase. Each tick of a handle on a clock can be so loud in our ears, and sometimes it is exactly this sound that lulls us to sleep each night πŸ˜€ It sounded like you got bored looking at that clock after a while, and it made you realise that there is more to life than just sitting in a place and counting the hours, minutes and seconds – the role of the timekeeper, that belongs to the clock.

    “a stopped clock started my time…” So brilliantly said.

    This piece reminded me of my green frog clock that my parents bought me when I was a kid. I still have it today, and it plays “Old McDonald Had A Farm” as the alarm. I no longer put batteries in it…but I am still fond of it and it watches my room for me at night when I sleep πŸ˜€


  2. Hey Mabel, how have you been?
    First of all,thank you so much for your latest post, you inspire me, your writing and understanding is brilliant..
    And your comment on my post is the best inspiration I have…
    Your childhood clock Is still with you? That Is great, I miss my stuff from childhood. That keep your child alive..
    Please keep sharing..
    Your posts are motivating..


    1. It is an honor for me, and i am glad that a writer as talented as you is nominating me…Thank you very much aki..It really is very motivating..
      I accept the nomination gladly and will do the needful..
      Thanks again, you made my day..

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