September 2008
{monthly archives}
The Clock
The clock in my room had stopped ticking sometime back. Two weeks after everyone stopped bothering me to change the batteries, I bought one and brought the clock down to replace the old one.
It was a sad affair. I hadn’t realised how much the water-soaked wall behind it had eaten it up. It has fungi all over its back. The old battery had junk on it spreading around it. Even the expensive piece of wreck around it had decayed. It would stop ticking forever one of these days.