A Light Between Oceans
From the Blog shahzebnajam Many years ago my grandfather gave my father a watch and my father gave it to me. It’s an old Omega De Ville — soft, brushed gold that catches the light just so on those long summer Sundays in Karachi. Watches are strange beasts: precious metals forged in the fiery cores of supernovae, held in place by delicate strips of perishable leather; keeping time to the warmth of other suns. If built true and kept well, the metal soul of a watch will outlast the wearer and be passed on with a bit of history and a patina of character. But the leather will not last. Sweat and rain and time will break it down, eventually. A word on time — I’ll tell thee everything I can: There’s little to relate. I saw an aged aged man, A-sitting on a gate. The aged, aged man is Kronos, God of Time. pakistanblogs.blogspot.comRead Full Post
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