In some hour of the day, my eyes dragged their weak attention towards the wrist watch on my table and I noticed what in a long time had not occurred to me; it was the mid of the day! The two hands of the watch settled gently at the middle and, I realised this was it; time has settled for a break.
But it moved, the minute hand moved forward, leaving the shorter hand behind: the hour hand was surely the biggest but still I didn't understand why the longer hand would leave the bigger hand, then it came 'the longer hand? 'Oh that is it!' I was struck by the sudden discovery.
'Why wouldn't it move, it's of course the 'longer hand' and perhaps because it sensed it was longer than the hour hand which was the shorter, it thought the short hour hand was a mediocre but it forgot to see beyond the now; that the short hour hand has a future that is bigger than its now, that the hour hand may be short but it is bigger and carries the greatest responsibility; so the minute hand moved on.'
I thought again, that may not be it: it may be that of love, scared of its heart. The longer hand might have felt they were not right for each other or maybe the longer hand felt there was no love between them or maybe the longer hand felt they would meet later in the future for a better the, if truly they were meant for each other, so it moved on with time....
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