Veena's Story nook

(Current striking) I call out, but words don’t form in my mouth, Beep beep beep, why does my words come out like this. I can feel myself on a very hard surface but I definitely remember sleeping on my soft bed, A harsh bright light came from somewhere! I see myself on the bed cursing something, how am I seeing myself! What am I, what have I become, Why cant I stop my mouth from making this terrible sound! While I was beeping, A hand came to stop me, I got banged on the hard surface, and the beeping stopped! I see what is this, suddenly realizing my everyday activity. Am I? Am I to be a clock? How why!? Panic started settling in, I can feel my hands in continuous rotation of the time, involuntary , I cant pause it, cant stop it, cant rush it , cant slow it! I am the stupid clock I bang everyday!!

Omg!

I try to call out my name Rishi! Rishi! But the person , myself, doesn’t care to hear me. While I am panicking with this sense of ticking hands going ahead, ahead of time with this intensity, this guy is resting! How could he! How could he rest, when I’m running! ‘Wake up you stupid!’ Suddenly, Rishi started to move, I feel comfortable a bit, he will wake up now, he will use this time before he sits for work, things feels slow and fast all at the same time, no not really at the same time, I am continuously moving, its so fast, yet looking at him, feels so slow! Why cant he speed up a bit, Oh god why! Finally after like 10 rounds off this mechanical rotation, he is up on his bed, looking at his mobile. Took him more 10 rounds of mine, before he budged from that stupid mobile, um not really, that stupid mobile also is ticking like me, only thing not ticking is the most alive being in this room, Rishi! He slowly walks to his mirror and to his bathroom and took more 15 rotations of mine to come out. Let me count, 10 plus 10 plus 15 , 25 rotations. What’s the point of counting the rotations, I will never be able to count it without zero error, I don’t stop, even when I’m counting on myself.

While I try to be unconscious of my untiring hands, trying to not keep track of the time I have been watching him. He never looked back at me even after 120 rounds, like he knows where I have reached what time it is or maybe oblivious of it? Rishi comes back to the room, when he finally opens his laptop to do his work. That’s when he looked at me 1. , and he jumped on a call, Oh, must be the meeting! Then he drowned himself until 60 rotations, I was hoping he looks at me, but he doesn’t. He started scrolling his mobile, in between, doing his work, gets up with his mobile, goes to the hall maybe to eat, comes back with his mobile. Looks at me again 2., I’m happy when he looks at me, And jumped back to his laptop, again 40 rotations went on call Back to meeting!. And he continued to work a bit on his laptop. I tried all my best to stop counting my hand movement, so panic don’t start to settle in me, looking at his enthusiasm on the time! Sun moved to sunset, and he closed his laptop. Finally! Now, he will look at me, and he does, he looks at me! Then, sticks back to his stupid mobile! He seemed to start playing some game! going left and right left and right! 90 rotations! He looks at me , like nothing happened , nothing changed, day dint pass, night dint come.

Night started to fall on his eyes, He finally got up to get food, I can hear some chitter chatter from the hall, mom must be telling him.. Ohh!! Look at the time Rishi, you never … Ah, I never cared! I never cared to live .. this time! It felt like something stopped, my hands stopped, but even when i ponder , it dint, it never will, in happiness or sadness, in living or death, my hands will show the world I will run as you want or don’t, I will continue to run, I wont stop. Night settled, things slow down with Rishi and he went to sleep, he dint look at me, looks like end of day never is reminded, ends just come.

950 rotations, precisely. 490 to go..

‘Beep beep beep’ I wake up feeling the softness of my bed and and.. my hands restful.. I look at the clock. 1 rotation.