The Dial...

History is created every passing minute with no reruns. The dial of a clock is the reticent onlooker of the changing times. It is constant, non judgemental, prosaic and unshakeable. The myriad hues give it an embellished fillip. It is a bare witness to the changing times yet seem to be faithful and there in all probabilities. It’s a bankable support for the hands and the entire enterprise of a clock. On the look of it, somewhere deep down, there is a mother in all of us. The motherly heart is like a dial of a clock. It can be in the form of a blood relation, friend, lover or a complete stranger. It is testimony to our ups and downs, shortcomings and assets, positivity and negativity, choices and laid paths and whatever we are made up of. It nurses our wounds, rechristens the sagging spirit by just being there. The beauty lies in its constant forgiving spree. Its presence plays a vital role in our daily scheme of things. The dial is a repeated reminder that it exists simultaneously along with time. Time when gone never comes back but a motherly heart never leaves you, it’s the backbone just like the dial. Time never stops likewise life never stops either. It can go beyond the inevitable too. Its presence can be felt just that we cannot see it. Ever questioned why an object moves in stillness? Is it a whiff of air or touched by an angel to shirk away our thoughts of gloom or ecstasy? Death cannot take away the constant presence in our lives which comes to life in the form of people. People who are selfless mothers in guise just like the dial should be treasured.

It has been seen that when we check the time, we overlook the dial that stays and weaves a new picture of mystery and fortitude with every single minute. People who are in our lives, we take them for granted. Treasure them and make them feel important by acknowledging their existence so as to reap the benefits of a never dying selfless motherly heart. Blessed are those who are surrounded with people who are the best examples of a dial of a clock. Don’t let go and color your life in its constant yet multitudinous hues.