Today, I feel like writing on a wristwatch. It is a thing almost no one wears these days, yet it has been a notion inherent from my father. I remember his steely watch that he would wear every morning on his way out to work. A treasured piece that would tell him if it is the right time or not. Those were the days of No iPhone and Computer screens with a small digital time and date stamp to which you glued during work hours.
