Pandafied- 1 of 2
The story was just not ready to happen, the mind ready to think that it was just not ready to play along. Time, that great benefactor, was all but ready to run past the present, strange but time was always running away from the present. Why does it do that? Why is this unfailingly punctual habit of time failing to stay but keep moving? Especially moving away from the present! Strange if time had a moment for itself what would IT think... What would time say to itself.. Growing up, the only glimpse of TIME was limited to a faceless rishi sitting on a mat telling "I am TIME" on national television and narrating stories of mythological characters of true GODly characters and proportions. Let's turn the clock back a bit, for the sake of relationship sharing, have time become one among us, bound by all that binds us, honour , humour , fear, respect, and most importantly time. With all due respect to all the other genders let’s have our TIME as...