Movement of Desire
I was killing time at Dubai Airport,
transiting from Amsterdam to Bangalore.
Walked past a watch store —
open layout,
no pushy salespeople,
just one quiet keeper.
Wandered to the Fossil section.
There it was — black dial, blue hands, perfect contrast.
The strap hugged my wrist just right.
Price: ₹15,000.
Too much.
I walked away.
But the image stayed — sharp, vivid.
A reel unfolding:
people noticing,
approving,
Me — belonging.
It wasn’t about the watch anymore.
It was about what it said about me —
success, pride, confidence.
The imagined admiration felt real.
That rush — joy, anticipation, identity.
I turned around,
walked back,
and bought it.
From attraction,
to imagination,
to meaning,
to emotion,
to action.
Desire — the hunger, the storm, the prison
Can you see it move within you?
