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One fine day a man and his son walked into the old watchmakers store. Premium watches adorned the walls of the old building in east London. An aura of beauty surrounded the place.
It was early in the morning and the watchmaker had already started his work. The man who was in fact one of the highest authorities at the east India company walked with his son to the old man.
They needed the yearly watch dusting and service of their watch which was gifted to him by his father on the day he got married.
Time stops at the work of your hand, signed the Queen. Calligraphy at its best! The letter hung on his walls, in fact the only work of art other than those by the old watchmaker. The watchmaker signaled him to wait. Couple of minutes later he came to the man and his son with a huge smile and some coffee. 'Turkish, roasted to perfection' he said while taking a deep breath. aroma filled the room. Young man smiled and added 'can't agree more' then gave him the watch. He carefully opened it. To the great surprise of the young man, he saw that not only was the visible part of the needles engraved and polished to beauty but its not visible side too.
He was not able to contain his curiosity 'Why do you work so much on the part of that little needle no one see?' Why dint he spend that time on building a new watch, he never fell short of orders, he repeated himself 'Why do you waste time for something none will ever see? smiling and looking at the young mans eyes he said something that changed the life of the man and his son, forever 'God sees' And returned to his work.
