The Man Who Forgot How to Cry

In a quiet town by the edge of a vast forest lived a man named Arman. He was known to everyone as calm and composed but few truly knew him. Years ago Arman had stopped crying. It was not something he chose deliberately rather life had slowly taken away his tears until he found himself unable to shed even a single one. People often asked if he was happy or if something was wrong but Arman would simply smile and say he was fine. Deep inside however there was a storm of emotions he could no longer express.

Arman worked as a watchmaker in a small shop that smelled of old wood and polished metal. Every day he would carefully fix broken clocks and watches returning them to life with precise movements. The rhythm of ticking clocks was comforting to him but it also reminded him of time lost and moments that could never be reclaimed. In his youth Arman was full of laughter and tears but after losing his wife Sara to illness he had locked away his feelings like precious treasures hidden in a box he refused to open.

One chilly autumn morning a little girl named Leena came into his shop. She held a broken pocket watch close to her chest and looked up at Arman with big hopeful eyes. Her hair was tangled and her coat was too thin for the cold but there was a sparkle in her gaze that warmed the room. Arman had not seen many children visit his shop in years and her presence stirred something deep within him.

Leena spoke softly I want to fix this watch It belonged to my grandfather but it stopped ticking last winter. Can you help me

Arman nodded and took the watch in his hands. It was old and worn yet beautiful in its simplicity. As he examined it he thought about how fragile time was and how easily moments could slip away unnoticed. Leena waited patiently watching every move he made and occasionally asking questions about the tiny gears and springs inside the watch.

Days passed and Leena kept coming to the shop bringing stories and laughter with her. She told Arman about school her friends and her dreams of becoming an artist. For the first time in a long while Arman felt the weight on his chest lighten. There was something about the innocence and hope in Leena that made him remember parts of himself he thought were lost forever.

One evening as Arman worked on the watch he found a small note tucked inside the case. It was from Sara a letter she had written before she passed but he had never found it until now. Her words were filled with love and encouragement telling him to live fully to feel deeply and to never be afraid of his own heart.

That night Arman sat alone in his dimly lit room holding the note close. Memories flooded back tears welled up in his eyes and for the first time in years a single tear slipped down his cheek. It was a small beginning but it felt like the breaking of a long winter inside him.

Over the following weeks Arman started to change. He smiled more freely talked to neighbors and even helped children in the village with their broken toys and watches. The shop which had once been quiet now echoed with laughter and life. Leena’s presence had become a light that guided him back to his own heart.

One afternoon Leena came running into the shop with a wide smile and the pocket watch ticking in her hand. I fixed it said Arman You helped me fix much more than this watch

Leena looked up puzzled but then she smiled back and hugged him tightly. In that moment Arman realized that sometimes healing comes from the simplest connections and that it is never too late to remember how to cry how to feel and how to live again.

From that day forward Arman no longer feared his tears. He understood that crying was not a sign of weakness but a language of the soul. The man who forgot how to cry had finally found his way back to himself through the laughter and trust of a little girl and the love of a memory that refused to be forgotten.