24

24 is a Wednesday,

a ghost maybe,

or an unnoticed PMS.

You’d call it mid-twenties,

or the age when the next thing you’ll turn out to be is 25.

It’s a tangent on the circle of life, 

It’s like the day after your birthday,

you don’t remember what you do when you’re 24, you see!

In 10th class, my maths teacher suggested me not to keep a watch on my study table.

“Don’t keep a clock in your room either”, she said,” it makes you think about how long you should study.”

So when I removed my clock,

half an hour would sometimes feel like two hours,

while often, three hours would finish in just an hour!

That’s when I realised humans were never meant to keep a check on time.

In that empty room, with nothing but you with your books,

you start to sense the feeling of nothingness of a minute.

You start to feel how slow this life could have been if not for every tick tock tick tock tick tock (pun intended).

The moment you take your eyes off the clock,

you don’t realise how long is a “how long?”

There’s a lot of time,

loads of it left out like Sunday mornings; cherished, 

but left out! So even if there’s lots of it left, you start feeling as if it’s running out.

Maybe that’s how 24 is.

It’s a room without a clock.

Empty, yet full of thoughts.

Slow, yet running out for something.

Silent.

Something in the making.

Ready to be 25.