A Clock that opens a doorway to ‘Time’ itself

A clock that opens a doorway to time itself. The quiet resurrection of a charm from yesteryears… 🍷

 Nearly 43 years old, this clock began its journey in 1982, bought from a small, shop called ‘Aradhana Times & Music House’ in Kottarakkara, Kerala—a shop that still exists today under a new name, Aradhana Tronics and Home Appliances. It first adorned the walls of our home in Kerala, marking ordinary moments that would one day turn into treasured memories.

In time, my father carried it with him to Bhutan. Later, in 1993, when he was transferred to Pune, the clock traveled once again and settled on the walls of our home in CW&PRS staff colony. Our entire school life passed to its rhythm. Every single hour, its familiar music filled the house, quietly shaping our days and anchoring our formative years.

From there, the clock moved with us—to Vishrantwadi, then to our rented house, then to my own home in Pune, and now finally to our home in Bangalore. For more than fifteen years, its music had fallen silent, yet we kept it close, letting time continue without its melody.

Today, lovingly repaired and fully restored, the clock sings again. My family now listens to the same hourly tune, and my 18-month-old baby dances joyfully to its music. There is a rare and profound happiness in watching another generation move to the very same notes that shaped our own growing years—a living bridge between past, present, and future.

And here’s a delightful little mystery the clock carries with it: if you look closely at the shop label on its back, the phone number printed there has only three digits. Telephone numbers moved from three to five digits by the mid-’50s, while the Ajanta Clock Company itself was founded in 1971. Which leaves us with a charming possibility—either Papa was sold an old stock that had been waiting patiently for its moment… or this clock is even older than we think and actually dates back to the 1970s 

Either way, it seems this clock has always been ahead of its time—quietly ticking through decades, memories, and generations.