Clock [Why Time is necessary? ]

The Clockmaker's Gift

In a small town Matheran, nestled between two great mountains, there lived a clockmaker named Jai . His shop was an unassuming place, filled with the rhythmic ticking of countless clocks. Each piece was crafted with exquisite precision, the result of his years of dedication. But there was one clock Jai had never sold, one that sat in the back of his workshop, hidden beneath a heavy cloth—a clock unlike any other.

Jai wasn’t an ordinary craftsman. The town folk whispered stories of his work, saying that his clocks could do more than tell time. They said they could change it. Jai had never confirmed or denied these rumors, but anyone who visited his shop could sense that there was something magical about his work.

One winter evening, a young woman named Prisha stumbled into the shop. Her eyes were red from crying, her face pale. In her hands, she clutched a small, broken pocket watch. "Please," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I need your help."

Jai took the watch from her gently. "This is old," he said, inspecting it. "Very old."

"It belonged to my father," Prisha explained. "He passed away last year. It stopped working the moment he died."

Jai glanced at her, noting the sorrow in her eyes. "I’ll do my best," he said, retreating to his workbench. As he worked, Prisha wandered through the shop, eyes wide as she observed the rows of clocks ticking in perfect unison. Each one seemed to hold a life of its own, as if time itself lived within the gears and cogs.

"Why clocks?" she asked suddenly, breaking the silence.

Jai looked up from his work. "Clocks are a way to keep track of what matters," he said. "They mark the passing of moments, reminding us that time is precious."

Prisha nodded, though her heart ached. "I wish I could go back," she whispered. "To a time when he was still here."

Jai paused, his hands hovering over the broken watch. His eyes flicked toward the covered clock in the corner of the room, then back to Prisha. He set the watch down and walked over to it, pulling back the cloth to reveal a magnificent timepiece—an ornate grandfather clock, its face shimmering with a faint, ethereal glow.

"This," Jai said, "is not like the others." He turned to Prisha, his face solemn. "This clock can turn back time, but it comes with a price. Time is delicate, and changing it can unravel things you never intended."

Prisha's breath caught in her throat. She stared at the clock, temptation pulling at her heart. "How far back can it take me?"

"As far as you wish," Jai replied, "but be warned. Time will not be the same when you return. What you change, what you alter, may not come back as you expect."

For a long moment, Prisha stood silent, her mind racing with possibilities. She could see her father again, hear his voice, hold his hand. But what would it cost? Would she lose the memories she cherished, the life she had built in his absence?

After what felt like hours, Prisha shook her head, stepping back from the clock. "I can’t," she whispered. "As much as I want to... I can’t."

Jai nodded, a faint smile playing on his lips. "You’re wise," he said softly. "Some things are meant to be left as they are."

Prisha left the shop that night, her heart heavy but her mind at peace. The broken watch Jai had fixed ticked softly in her pocket, a reminder of the time that had passed but also of the moments that still lay ahead.

As she walked away, Jai watched her go, the glow of the enchanted clock dimming behind him. He knew she had made the right choice. 

"Time, once tampered with, was a delicate thread that could unravel even the strongest of tapestries."

And sometimes, the greatest gift was knowing when to let go.