60 seconds of life!

It is 6 a.m., the alarm need not remind it, since the aging years has taught me to get up before the sun. Probably the first thing I saw everyday from ever since I know is my self in the mirror, the reflection concludes this is how I am, alive still not dead. It is 10.8.2068, well that completes 83 years of life on this earth which led to a small thought “what the hell did I achieve”, I felt I was sent on a mission with a time piece in hand and that seemed to be alarming its time up, like I was in a game show and its time to receive the prize money. But wait, I don’t win any prizes like many other losers on earth, who just witness many souls achieving. Probably I was one among the many spectators to encourage, applaud the achievers and be where I am until this day, my 83rd birthday.
A deep search of the collection of diaries hidden inside a heap of dust could not reveal a notable episode in life which can bring a wave of wrinkled smile on my face. Well, something did glitter from the past, my diary did not reveal this deep hidden secret but my heart did.
It was the secret of happiness from the days where I did not care about this world; I cared for my happiness, my life. And there was this person who cared about me and only me; this person belonged to the pages of the chapter in my life when life was in its best times. I never knew there was something called time that kept ticking every second. I adore the patience of time it never misses its count, but now at this moment I just wish it could miss a few counts.
I don’t know why I felt but my heart said to have a look at the time piece hung on the wall, I always did what my heart says and so I looked at the clock. And I now repent on my decision of looking at it since the seconds said that it would count few more times and stop, the idea shuddered me. it clearly communicated that these were the last few moments of my life.
Now this called the most serious game “life” , well what do I do for these few seconds which do not seem to stop at any cost, a thousand thoughts collected in my mind which didn’t seem to process due to overload of information. All that I did is pleaded the time to go back by few minutes so that I can recollect the most beautiful moments of my life, but nothing seemed to work and I understood “that’s it”, “its over”. It is at this particular moment of life I realized what is the value of one minute of life; well the value of one minute of life is death.
If at all I had one more minute to live just one more minute….......