Time in my hand In Caption Now that is swell I wondered as I woke up from my slumber. I was dreaming that I met an old old man with wrinkled all over his body and a peculiar gait. I had picked a few shining stones which had fallen out of his pocket and handed back to him. Aha you are a very nice boy he quipped in glee. And handed me a stone irradiant in psychedelic hues shimmering like a strobe light in discotheque. Take it my boy he said this is the stone to hold back time. Just hold it in your fist and wish and time will stop for you. And I woke at that instant. A bright red stone was besides me when I woke up, amusing me. Just for a lark I picked up the stone and holding it in my fist willed the time to stop. And amazingly I saw all things dead in their tracks , my pet Bruno who was leaping to catch a fly suspended in mid air .
