Glasses

By Aaishpreet Bajaj

{The scene opens on a busy market street.}

Drishya Rai: Dad… isn’t that Akshay going over there?

His father: Where are your glasses? I told you—this is an unfamiliar city. If you don’t see properly, how will you recognize people?

Drishya: I forgot… You know how it is, Dad. I’m not used to wearing glasses. They give me a headache.

His father: I know, but you’ll have to get used to them, right? It’s always uncomfortable at first, but then everything becomes fine.

Drishya: Okay, Dad… I’ll be careful next time.

(Drishya picks up his glasses. As soon as he puts them on, he realizes his father is gone.)

Drishya: Dad… Dad… Dad!

(After searching everywhere in vain, Drishya falls to his knees, holding his aching head. He takes off his glasses. A moment later, he feels a hand on his shoulder.)

His father: You took off your glasses again… You’ll never change, will you?

Drishya: What could I do, Dad? My head started hurting again… I had to take them off.

His father: Alright, no problem. Come on, let’s go home.

(Drishya stands up and starts walking with his father. When he tries to turn right, his father stops him.)

His father: The right side isn’t always right… We need to go left.

Drishya: I’d have lost my way again, Dad.

His father: If everything looks blurry, how will you ever find your way home?

Drishya: For me, seeing things blurry is fine, Dad… After all, home is wherever you are.

{Sometimes, no matter how hard we try, but the reality is so cruel to accept that we choose to remain in the delusion.

“The truth hits so hard that the delusion is the only thing that comes to our rescue”

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By Aaishpreet Bajaj