It all began with a noble
intention; to sleep. Not a grand ambition, mind you, but one that I held dear,
especially at 5 in the morning when my maid would arrive like a punctual ghost
silent, swift, and entirely too early.
The agreement had been 6
AM!!! A civilized hour. But she came at five, sometimes
earlier, as if she were racing with the sun. My Wife’s friendly visit to her
home revealed the mystery. They don’t have a clock. Not even a wristwatch. Time,
to her, was a vague concept, like government efficiency or diet plans.
Being corporate trained
individual, I launched “Operation Sleep Restoration.” Countless thoughts and
strategies were drawn. And finally, a simple and super solution, a shiny alarm
clock with a snooze function was gifted, ceremoniously, like a peace treaty
between nations.
For a brief, glorious week, she
arrived at 6 AM. The birds sang. The coffee brewed. Life was good.The maid
arrived at 6 AM sharp, and the household ran like a well-oiled machine. But
soon, things took a turn. She began arriving late, sometimes by 15 minutes,
sometimes by an hour. Her timing became erratic, throwing off the morning
routine and adding chaos to our already hectic schedules.
When gently nudged about her
timings, she let out a dramatic sigh and confessed, “I just can’t manage time
anymore.” And then it hit me “THE ClOCK”! That innocent-looking timepiece had
betrayed her. Instead of organizing her life, it turned into her personal sleep
coach. It whispered sweet nothings like “You’ve got plenty of time” and “Five
more minutes won’t hurt.”
Now she’s convinced she’s living
in a time-rich fantasy land. The clock didn’t bring clarity it brought chaos,
naps, and a false sense of eternal mornings. Basically, her alarm clock became
her enabler. Now we are in a new dilemma: how to restore order without
offending or overwhelming her. Instead of saving sleep, my wife and I are
sprinting through mornings like caffeinated squirrels, trying to make it to
work on time.
It was a lesson in empathy,
communication, and the unpredictable outcomes of well-intentioned solutions.
The clock had solved one problem but created another reminding them that
sometimes, time isn’t just about minutes and hours but understanding the rhythm
of someone else’s life...
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