I check my geometry box once again before getting on the rickshaw. Okay, I haven't forgotten anything. Time to leave. Chalo bhaiyya. "You have forgotten your watch," my mom shouts from the balcony. I turn back and run upstairs. I am in the sixth grade, and my half-yearly exams are going on. The watch has a dark blue dial and a plastic blue strap. It's too ugly to wear. My dad bought it the day before my exams started. I wanted the digital one, but I don’t complain. He has promised to buy me a good watch next year. If I score well in exams, that is. I promise to score well. Both of us forget our promises with time. That's how promises work. I keep the watch in my geometry box. Two days later I will tear apart its straps so that a) I don’t have to wear it and b) It becomes easier to put it in the geometry box. A few days later, I lose the dial as well. This was my first watch.
From "Apple watch. It was a wedding gift from my wife. It even counted the steps I took during the pheras. I wanted to do a couple of more rounds to close the rings, but the pandit interrupted." to "I feel like that should also be a ring in our smartwatches: how many new people did you meet this week? Meet two at least to close the ring." - a simple joy ride. 🧡
From "Apple watch. It was a wedding gift from my wife. It even counted the steps I took during the pheras. I wanted to do a couple of more rounds to close the rings, but the pandit interrupted." to "I feel like that should also be a ring in our smartwatches: how many new people did you meet this week? Meet two at least to close the ring." - a simple joy ride. 🧡
Ufff the ending is too real
So well written.