one of the most sparkling forms of conventions marked by humans in this world is time..
time, for a precise definition, is an indefinite progress of continued existence.. it has been known to exist since the very existence of nearly anything out in this universe.. this continued form of existence of the present, past and the future has been quantified in many forms like seconds, hours, days, months, years, decades, centuries so on...
time in all its forms measuring the progress of events has served us in a multitude of ways..

we have experienced time fly past by.. we have even trudged through the depth of every aching second.. we made time stop for us, stroll back into the past, jump ahead into the future.. sometimes even a fraction of the second was of utmost value and otherwise countless hours went past ignored.. and sometimes the tick-tock simply synced with the rhythmic thrums of the heart..

we had time teach us patience, we had time heal us.. time instilled fear in us, made us insecure and we also have looked for hope through time.. we called time with various names.. we had mornings and mixed feelings for that.. we all loved Sundays, waited for weekends, hated Mondays, cursed Tuesdays.. we had good times, auspicious times, new years.. new beginning to life, new resolutions every year, every week.. sometimes the same ones all the years..

we wait for time.. but time waits for none..
we had time recorded in books, histories, photos, videos, etched in our memories, planned in our organizers, carved on our palms.. but time found no prudence in taking a step back or peeping into the future...

The callous clock has only ticked second by second through mornings, nights, Sundays, weekends, Januaries, Decembers, centuries.. shaping the world personally and globally with every passing moment..