Through The Spectacle

It was twelve past five, my brother cried, ‘Ain’t you willing to collect your spectacle from the shop?’ from the other room.

I conformed.

‘Go, take your bath,’ he ordered. I stripped off my pants and rolled towel round my waist, which held tight tucked at my waist. I went into the bathroom and bathed.

I stepped out of the bathroom and uttered, ‘Are you ready?’

‘Yes.’

‘Give me two minutes, I will slide into my pant and put on a shirt.’

I did exactly what I committed.

Meanwhile, he went down.

I went to the front veranda, slid my foot into the kitto sandals and coincidently, he blew the bike’s horn. His blown horn broke the utter silence, which was being disturbed by the whining ceiling fan, and forced me to look out the veranda fences. It was all blurred- I could not see the brushing line of the leaves, which the rushing wind was whisking invisibly; I couldn’t see the beautiful five white petals of the pinwheels, which bespangled the tiny bush, the sexy opening curves at the mouth of the yellow oleanders, the beautiful spikes of the neem leaves, the round smooth inward curves of the clouds and their transformation in different shapes, the pure dots of stars, which bestrewed the black dark canvas of the sky at the night, the silhouette of the brushing leaves, even my own shadow was hazed. 

‘Coming,’ I shouted and climbed the stairs down and walked out on the pavement adjoining the road ahead and climbed the bike and, sat astride behind him.

He pressed the self-start button and revved the engine and the bike moved forward and did not stop till we reached the spectacle shop.

He pressed the brakes and we got off the bike

We moseyed in and entered and stood in the closed air conditioned premises by the counter. A man saw us and approached towards us. He asked, ‘Yes, sir, how may we help you?’ politely. I produced the bill which consisted my order of the spectacle from my wallet and hand it over to him. He called the other man and handed over the bill. He went up and brought a spectacle rolled in a cotton cloth. He exclaimed, ‘Sir, here is your spectacle!’ and handed me the spectacle. ‘Wear it,’ he added after a short pause, nodding his face in assurance. I put on the spectacle on his insistence. I looked my face in the mirror in front and everything looked small- smaller than its original size- but clearer. I pulled it out the valley beside my ears and said, ‘I don’t know how is it feeling,’ in hesitance.

‘This is your first time, give it some time and you will be comfortable with it,’ he explained.

‘Thank you,’ said I, and a smile stretched on my face. We bade bye and left for home.

We held back our positions on the bike and got back home.

I entered my house and said, ‘Mum, how’s this?’ after I wore the spectacle, acting as if I was very comfortable.

It felt the same as I felt at the shop. Everything seemed vaguely smaller and clearer.

I started liking the views, which I was seeing through the glasses fixed atop at my nose bridge. I got used to it in an hour. I said, ‘I like wearing it.’ Perhaps I fell in love the very moment I wore it for the first time and saw things across it. I could see everything and every moment distinctively. I could count the number of feathers on my parrot’s body. I could observe the movements of the bird perched on the electric wires, preening through their feathers, scratching and poking each other, chirping. I could see the squirrels running up and down the bark of the neem tree in front of my house. I could count the drops of water which plummet down from the horizontal bar fences after the clouds descended water in the shower. I could see the objects at the far distance clearly. And, the most important thing of all, I could read the sign boards which were hung affixed above the shops, which was difficult for me to read without the specs.

It was a good decision to go to the doctor and to have my eyes checked!


My spectacle has become an integral part of my face- body. It acts as the foundation which I apply on my face. It’s just not that I smother it on my face evenly and hide my flaws. It’s that that it has given me new eyes through which I am observing everything more perceptively and sensitively, even my own flaws. It has helped me climb the next step of the level of maturity. It has made me realise to be me, again! 

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