Journey Through The Time Machine
Our protagonist, Hari, a renowned physicist, had always been enchanted by the astonishing idea of time travel. Sitting in his room, excitement sparkling in his eyes, he pondered upon the possibility of this unimaginable feat. Not being served well by age, Hari’s intention was not simply scientific curiosity- but a deep desire of reconnecting with the past that he had lost.
It started on a rainy evening when Hari scribbled out his preliminary blueprint of a time machine, an invention that could potentially revolutionize the concept of existence. In a world where molecules and atoms were constants, he dreamed of modifying the dimension of time.
Three years passed before he completed his machine. It was an enormous structure sparkling with complex circuits, and an intimidating panel of control buttons holographically displayed. Hari trepidated, for he knew he was standing on the edge of a chasm that no one had dared to leap before. However, the chance of embracing his past was too enticing for him to resist.
With a racing heart, Hari embarked on his journey backward in time. The machine rumbled, and a whirlpool of light enveloped him. His vision blurred, and there was a feeling of being stretched away from reality. After a turbulent journey, there was a sudden quietness, and Hari cautiously opened his eyes. He was standing near an old red building, his school. He was back in the days of innocence and simplicity, the golden period of his life.
Hari spent his day in an exhilarating trance, cherishing the yesteryears. He saw his younger self partake in the frivolous school games, he saw the teachers whose words of wisdom were deeply etched in his mind. He basked in the profound nostalgia that remedied the emptiness in his heart. But he knew he couldn't stay for long.
He next ventured to the days where he met his wife Meera, the woman whose love made his life worthwhile and whose absence now made it unbearable. He savoured the wistful moments that he had spent with her, each more precious than the other. He watched her beaming face and felt the warmth of her laughter, for he had yearned for these lost treasures. Hari was overwhelmed with sadness when he realized that he had to depart, once again leaving behind the woman he loved dearly.
As Hari returned to the machine, his head was swirling with emotions. He had conquered the limitations of human capacity, witnessed the past that he longed for, but the return was still lonely. The happiness of the past was a treasure to him, but the present was a painful reality that he had to accept. His journey had brought him closer to his longings, but the distance was still unbreachable.
He travelled back to the present day, where the headache of harsh lights welcomed him. He had been to the most cherished chapters of his past, but he was alone, standing amidst the ceaseless current of time. He realized now, more than ever, that time was not only irreversible but also indomitable.
As the years passed, Hari grew old, the time machine collected dust, never touched again. It was a token from the past, a relic of an incredible journey that forever remained a secret. Hari passed away one day, his age finally catching up with him. But he died contented, a smile etched on his face, and a distinct sparkle in his eyes.
Looking at the time machine, we realize that time, so elusive and so relentless, could be bent only to an extent because the true essence of life lay in the acceptance of the present, rather than the yearning for the past.
Though the burden of his heart lessened with his journey, Hari realized that no matter how far we travel in time, we are caged within the boundaries of our existence, bound by the chain of events in our lives. Somethings remain untouched, away from the possession of human reach.
Our tale ends here, in the silent room of Hari, where a monument of human courage and relentless passion, the time machine, stands still, echoing a story of love, longing, and shared human experience.