There was a day when I decided not to check the time.

It sounds ridiculous.

We check the time when we wake up, when we eat, when we study, when we wait for someone, when we are bored and sometimes even when we have absolutely nowhere to go.

That morning, I woke up and instinctively reached for my phone.

My hand stopped halfway.

I don't know why, but I decided I wasn't going to look at the time.

I got out of bed, brushed my teeth, had breakfast, and started studying.

Usually, I would have checked the time at least five times by then.

"How long have I been studying?"

"How much time is left?"

"Am I wasting too much time?"

"Should I take a break?"

But without knowing the time, those questions disappeared.

I studied until I felt tired.

Then I stopped.

Later, I went outside for a while. I sat there watching people pass by. A woman was buying vegetables from a street vendor.

Two kids were arguing over a cricket bat. Someone was riding a bicycle with a bag hanging from the handle.

Nothing extraordinary was happening.

And yet, I noticed everything.

Normally, I would have looked at my phone every few minutes.

Instead, I just sat there.

At some point, I wondered what time it was.

Then I remembered my little experiment.

And strangely, I didn't want to know.

I realised something that day.

Knowing the time doesn't always help us experience it.