AQUEL BONITO RELOJ ROSA

Back when I was a child, around six or seven, I had a pink steel wristwatch. It wasn’t a regular strap watch but more like a bracelet, almost like a bangle. The dial was covered with a steel lid decorated with rhinestones of different colors, and the crystal of the watch itself was pink. The shine of the steel and the soft pink blended beautifully together.

We bought it in Kolkata, during a long 14–15 hour stop while traveling from Karnataka to Prayagraj, the time I didn't know there's a city called Allahabad. Since we had so much time we stayed at the station waiting room/hotel and roamed around the city. I still remember crying until midnight because my legs were aching, and my father sat beside me, massaging them. In that hotel, my mother accidentally left behind her classic brown-striped watch with a golden dial which my father brought from Singapore for her. But in return, we gained the pink steel watch. I don't remember much, I guess I saw a bata showroom there too, but I'm not sure, father used to say bata makes sturdy footwears, my brother used to have a set, they were ugly but sofisticated looking.

It’s been over a decade since I lost it—the watch, or maybe I threw it away, I honestly don’t remember. But that watch keeps coming back to me in thoughts. Sometimes when I’m sitting quietly, the image flashes in my mind. Along with it comes a strange sense of regret, almost like an inner voice asking, “Why did you throw it away?” I have no answer. I kept it for a long time, it was always there in that maroon plastic box. I don’t know why I did it. I don’t even know why I’m writing this, but writing about random thoughts has always been a habit of mine. The only pattern I notice is that I never write in a good mood—it’s always when I’m tired, annoyed, sad, or angry. Sometimes this makes me wonder: who am I without my mood swings?

But at the same time, I hate these constant changes in mood. If someone gave me a choice—either a life without writing, or a life with mood swings but with literary recognition—I wouldn’t hesitate. I’d choose the first one.

I also once had one of those classic colorful kids’ digital watches. Cheap, bright, playful. Mine was orange, though I hated that color back then. Now I’m not sure how I feel about it, but the memory stays. Unlike the pink watch, I don’t feel guilty about losing it. Instead, I feel a kind of longing—I want to buy one like it again, the same bright orange kids’ watch.

Right now, I own a black Sonata watch. I bought it last year with my savings, after thinking about it for years, as a gift to myself. It’s a classic all-black piece—feminine yet modern. For me, it was expensive, considering my current economical condition and capability.   

    Growing up, I always heard that a good watch meant a Sonata, so I believed it. Fastrack always sounded too sporty. I was sporty once, in some small part of my very small live, but it’s been a long time since I ran for fun....

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