Wrist watch from father

What personal belongings do you hold most dear?

A wristwatch was more than just a way to tell time — it was the silent witness to a moment that defined my journey, my triumph. When I passed my tenth board exam with distinction, my father didn’t just give me a gift; he gave me his pride, his love, and his unspoken tears, all wrapped around in wrist.

To all, it may have seemed like a simple watch. But for me, it ticked with the heartbeat of that day — the day my hard work met his hope. Every second it marked a silent or heart felt appreciation from my father, a reminder that me had made him proud.

I never wore it just for style. I kept it close — in my pocket, in my bag — like carrying a piece of his faith on me wherever I went. In times of doubt, just feeling its weight was enough. It told me more than the hour; it told me that I was capable, that I  loved.

And even now, it doesn’t just tell time. It holds a memory — of a young student’s victory and a father’s wordless, overwhelming joy. That little watch became the heartbeat of my achievement, ticking softly through the years, reminding me who I am, and where I came from.