Aarav woke up in his bed.
Sunlight entered through the window.
Birds were flying.
Everything felt… normal.
He ran outside.
His sister was playing happily.
"Maa! Aarav bhaiya is acting weird!" she laughed.
Aarav smiled.
He checked his hands.
No trembling.
No aging.
No watch.
Everything was back.
But something had changed.
Now, Aarav didn't rush through life.
He didn't wish to control time.
He simply lived it.
Because he had learned—
Time is not something to control…
it is something to value.