New Year!

She tried capturing me between the threads of his sleeve and her fist. If only she knew, even if I want to, I cannot stop. I must pass. I must go.

He estimated me by looking into his watch. He did not have much of me left. He cursed me. I felt bad. I always do. I can't help it, can I? I stop for none.

She thought she was successful when he dropped his bag on the floor, and enveloped his free hand around her waist. He, for a moment thought he had me. I was running out.

Somewhere a giant clock struck. I like clocks and watches. When people tend to forget me, they have their ways of reminding everyone of me again.

Both of them stood watching the sky. It was ablaze with a thousand lights. People were celebrating my passing and welcoming me again. They call it dawning of a ‘New Year’. It's weird that to suit their own selves, they have bound me in units…all so to blissfully turn a blind eye. They pretend that they don't know that I slip through the crevices of their stretched fingers even when they sleep.

He looked at his watch once again. He must go. He cursed me again and looked down at her. Her face glowed against the night. The cold breathing against her cheeks. He was determined to steal a little of me. Their lips met. For a moment even I thought that this is it, this is when I have the permission to stop.