I am a beautiful wall clock, with a red dial, golden needles and a golden frame, and a pentagon in shape – Oh what a beauty I am.

In the days bygone, when I was in a shop in Lajpat Nagar I really enjoyed myself, and they were the best days of my life. Daily I saw people coming in and going out of the shop, there was such a lot of hullabaloo every day in that shop that, life was interesting, and there was not a moment of boredom.

This is why I call that part of my life the best. I’d watch the customers with great interest, some bought clocks, and some would just gaze at some very longingly and walk off.

This really amused me and I wondered why they come in at all. At times interesting arguments would continue between the customers and our salesmen at different counters.


I used to enjoy these tiffs and laugh to myself wondering as to what ideas people get. In the night hours, when the shop would close I never felt frightened as, there were ever so many companions, some ticking aloud, some silent, it was a wonderful time day and night.

However, whenever I saw any of my companions being sold out to a customer, I had a peculiar throb in my heart. On the one hand I would feel that it would be just wonderful if I also got a good customer, but then I’d think what would happen to me and my life if my buyer was to be a cruel and uncaring person? I’d lose the fun of this life and get a life much worse.

I also felt that, I was not being purchased because, may be I am not as nice to look at, as my other friends. This thought gave me a feeling of deep frustration. With these peculiarly mixed feelings, I stayed on in the shop for quite a long time when almost all my old friends had gone, and new ones had taken their places.

Days passed by and several of my friends had left for their permanent abodes, and I wondered if I would ever be bought however just as all things come to an end, my wait also ended, when, on 15th August 1998 a customer came and he pinned his choice on me. I was absolutely thrilled and even felt puffed up to think that, he wanted only ME.


That day I also came to know why I had not been bought for so long. It was not that I was not nice to look at but the reason was that, I was the most expensive clock in the entire showroom. This made me feel really proud of myself and I put my collars up when I was being packed for a presentation. When the packet was ready I remember how suffocated I felt inside the box, and longed to be opened at the earliest.

The buyer was the Principal of some school and he presented me to a teacher on her farewell party as she was retiring after thirty years of service in the school.

My new owner was the teacher Mrs. Setia, she took me home and Oh, after a very long wait I was unwrapped and I took a sigh of relief as if starting breathing anew.

The moment she saw my beauty, she let out an Aha! And I was further thrilled to hear her calling her family members to see me and admire me. Her entire family just loved me, admired me and appreciated me. Mrs.


Setia placed me in a very prominent place in her drawing room. My pleasure knew no bounds when I realised that the family treated me with all the love and care due to me. I was put up in the best decorated room of the four room apartment. Since that red letter day in 1998, I am hanging on this wall. At times do feel bored but, the love and care of the entire family showered on me duly compensates for the long boredom and loneliness.

When all the members of the family are out I do get bored but, when they are all at home I feel just wonderful. Every week my mistress herself cleans me and I feel so fresh and smart after a thorough cleaning by her loving delicate hands. I have a very fine family to serve but, I do hope they do not throw me away when I look less attractive when old age sets in. Oh God bless my family and also see that they continue loving me always, also help me to serve them as long as I can, to the best of my ability.