To My Dear Watch

  
     Strange to observe that I didn't get time to write about you. Perhaps because you were not there to tell me the time.

    You might think that a guy who lost his mother at age 2, his dearest uncle when he needed him most, his dearest grandmom when he was too young to comprehend things would not be bothered much about the loss of such a thing as you, a watch, but I am grieving and how!!! I think of the past and so much of it is a journey we both made together.And all through it, you were my unflinching partner, never demanding, always yielding, accompanying me wherever we went.

    I remember those exams we studied together, those tests we wrote, those long moments we waited for her, those long moments which appeared so short when spent with her, those trips through the wild where the only sound was the bike's hum, those naps we took under unknown trees by the side of lonely roads, those waters we played in, those seas we bundled with joy in, those lonely nights we got through listening to song after song, those depressed moments we got through I don't know how, those sad months when it seemed grief was endless...I wouldn't have made it without you. And without you, life wouldn't have been what it was.

    I am so sorry I did not care for you that day you left me. I have since felt a hundred times that I should have fastened you a bit more close, a bit more tighter. you wouldn't have fallen away then. I can now only hope that you are happy wherever you are, and whoever found you is taking really good care of you. (I really wish that someone found you and you are with him... I know the pain of feeling lonely, and my eyes fill up when I imagine you lying in some unknown place, unused, disowned...)

    I miss you my dear friend. You will always remembered.

    I cry my last tears for you now...