Tara Mitra Part 1: The Clock with No Tick Dev Basu lived in a city that never stopped moving, but he himself hadn’t left his watch shop in three days. Tucked between a pharmacy and a dry cleaner in Mumbai’s quieter Byculla lane, Timekeeper’s Son was a fading reminder of another era. It smelled of polish and dust, ticked with the rhythm of dozens of clocks mounted like soldiers on the walls, each out of sync with the other. Dev, 35, preferred it that way. He was polishing the hands of an old grandfather clock when the bell above the…
