Watch-ing @50.

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Turning 50 has to be special. As I sit down to think—what exactly do I want? Not balloons, not confetti, not even a big fat party with too much food and too little conversation. What I really want is quality interaction with quality people… and yes, something special for myself.

And then it struck me: a watch. I’ve always loved wearing watches. They don’t just tell time; they remind you that time is telling you something too.

So off I went to the watch market at Sector 17. As I strolled down the corridor, there it was—a small shop with a board that read HMT. My jaw almost dropped. “Wait… HMT is still alive?” This was no ordinary sighting; this was a full-blown time travel experience. Childhood memories came rushing back—those simple days of HMT, Timex, Titan… before we all got seduced by smartwatches and forgot that time can tick without Wi-Fi.

I stepped in, asked the shopkeeper if this was the real HMT, and he proudly said, “Yes.” At that moment, I didn’t care about Rolexes or Ritwals (though, let’s be honest, Ritwals would suit my vibe too). This little watch had already stolen my heart.

I bought it. Not because it was flashy, but because it was priceless. A reminder that sometimes the best gifts we give ourselves don’t come with a heavy price tag—they come with memories, nostalgia, and the joy of rediscovering something we thought was lost.

And yes, I don’t always wear my watches. But I always watch existence. And that, perhaps, is the best timepiece of all.

Are you trying to stick to a schedule....be mindful of watch-ing.