Man alone measures time.
Man alone chimes the hour.
And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures. 
A fear of time running out.

I was strolling aimlessly on the streets of Mumbai, when The Time Keeper caught my eye. It lay on one of the many piles of books in a roadside bookshop, beckoning to me in its own quiet way. 


I picked the book up, and realized it was written by Mitch Albom. The Mitch Albom whose other books, Tuesdays with Morrie and The Five People You Meet in Heaven had left me shaking in tears of sorrow and wonder, both beautifully tragic and tragically beautiful.


In an instant I knew, this book and I belonged together. I turned it around in my hand to read the blurb, to get just a peek of treasures it held. The blurb left me wanting more. 


Snuggled in bed with a cup of steaming coffee, I dove into The Time-Keepers’ fictional world. And from the first word, I was hooked! Because The Time-Keeper speaks a truth as ancient as time itself. The truth about time; or the absence of it. 


It is a book about time, of its endlessness, and of one man’s obsession to measure it; to tame it somehow so that man knows whether it’s day or night. And when man finally learns to measure time, it is man who gets enslaved by time itself.


This message, so simple and pure, is conveyed through the story of three strangers with intertwining lives, who must free each other from the bonds of time.


Albom has created a sense of timelessness in the book. As I delved into Dor’s quest to measure time, I somehow let go of my own battles with time. Reading about time made me forget about time; a paradox that is executed in this book with utmost skill. In the end, the message is clear. Do not waste your life measuring time and wanting for more or less. Cherish your memories and experiences. And the people around you.


As I turned the last page of the book, with tear-filled eyes and a forgotten cup of coffee, I got up to keep this book on my bookshelf. And it would stay there, to be read at times when time needed to be forgotten again.

Published by Aishwarya J.