The concept of time has bound cultures through more than a million years, but it is talked about in a very limited sense for a measure so universal. Mitch Albom has managed to squeeze literature out of it, for us to store it in the vessels that our minds are – as infinite and as hopeful. For someone who appreciates vernacular only as long as they last a sentence, this book was an exception. It focuses not on teaching you words, but concepts. And to keep true to its title, the book itself is an ocean cusped. For the true essence of the book is reflected not in reading it, but in the after taste.
It was my 16th birthday when I had been bestowed with the thinnest book on my shelves, and seemingly the most conventional, until I flipped through the pages and took a dip. The story personifies time and further encourages us to imagine a world without him. Without ‘Dor.’ What’s interesting is, this question is only posed to the reader once, but the reader answers it several times through the journey of this book – all at different levels of conclusion. But instead of inducing history, the author infuses experience – a byte for each age group, and three for those who’ve seen it all. Peeling off the crust, the book revolves around 3 jigsaw pieces merging to form a puzzle largely unrelated, but so relevant.
‘One who had nothing.
One who had everything.
One who had nobody.’
Regardless of what age group you are, or what life you lead, you are certain to find that each one employs their time to worry about things vastly differing form one another, but converging enough to have you conclude that time matters to all – and not in a way that is reduced to the sermon of a mother, but in a way that helps us all meet with our lives, and each other’s. This book accomplishes exactly that. It serves you a moral in a way so simple, but so unique. If posed obviously –
What does the life of an arrogant millionaire have to do with that of a teenager’s, half way across the globe – hoping for a date with her crush.
The answer would simply lie in a third character, Father Time, who is banished from Earth for creating the commodity that links the civilisation beyond Earthly measures – enough to link stories on the planet itself. It’s a good read for anyone who is drowning away from life, or just anyone in fact. Don’t underestimate its potential by its size for it contains an ocean worth for all, that makes you pause at certain sentences you didn’t know existed, but grow so grateful for.