Every story about time travel is really about loss.
This one began with a hairpin.
Not the polished plot device of a science fiction novel, but a real silver hairpin -- the kind that leaves dents in bathroom counters when tossed carelessly beside the sink. The kind that catches in the light when a woman twists her hair up after a shower. The kind that disappears one day without remark, only to surface years later in the pocket of a child who swears he’s never seen it before.
I should know. I was that child.
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ASHOK JAHAGIRDAR
Ashok Jahagirdar is a collector of quiet anomalies: a hairpin on a strange counter, a door that wasn't there yesterday, the precise silence that follows a question no one remembers asking. His writing lives in the liminal space between theoretical physics and the archaeology of the personal, exploring how the grandest paradoxes of time are often nested within the smallest, most intimate objects of our lives. He believes every story about time travel is really about loss, and every story about loss holds the latent geometry of a time machine.
