When I was in third standard, most of the English lessons were boring, but there was one particular lesson which I clearly remember is a story about a man named Kichu who wears spectacles and always misplaces it and is forever looking around the house for it. It was so hilarious that it became my favourite lesson and I read it several times over and over and could not stop laughing every time I read it . But now I realise that each house has middle aged kichus and pattus who are always on the look out for spectacles. The saddest part is I am one of them.
I am very sensitive with regard to my eye. Smallest of the problems in my eye can trigger a panic in me and I can't stand even a peck of dust entering my eye. Few months back, on the day when I could not sign a simple form at a shop and had to take my daughter's help to actually identify the spot where I had to put my signature pushed me to realise that I could no longer read comfortably. I was forced to go for an eye-check up by the family and I just hoped that it would get over soon. Luckily, I had to wear only reading glasses and I was glad that I could still manage many of my chores without spectacles. But the downside was, I had to constantly search for the specs whenever I wanted to read something. wearing specs at home was okay, but going out with spectacles? No way! I thought more than greying hair and wrinkles on the face and hands, spectacles would make me look older. I was not ready to wear it . I only carried it along and only and if and only when there was an emergency like filling up bank details or forms, did I take them out from my handbag.
I became the object of amusement for my daughters, and they were happy to show me their mark sheets or answer papers before I could go in search of my spectacles and grab them back . Now, on my husband's insistence I am wearing my spectacles with a string so that it would hang around my neck like a noose and makes me feel bad about laughing at Kichu of my English lesson.
I am very sensitive with regard to my eye. Smallest of the problems in my eye can trigger a panic in me and I can't stand even a peck of dust entering my eye. Few months back, on the day when I could not sign a simple form at a shop and had to take my daughter's help to actually identify the spot where I had to put my signature pushed me to realise that I could no longer read comfortably. I was forced to go for an eye-check up by the family and I just hoped that it would get over soon. Luckily, I had to wear only reading glasses and I was glad that I could still manage many of my chores without spectacles. But the downside was, I had to constantly search for the specs whenever I wanted to read something. wearing specs at home was okay, but going out with spectacles? No way! I thought more than greying hair and wrinkles on the face and hands, spectacles would make me look older. I was not ready to wear it . I only carried it along and only and if and only when there was an emergency like filling up bank details or forms, did I take them out from my handbag.
I became the object of amusement for my daughters, and they were happy to show me their mark sheets or answer papers before I could go in search of my spectacles and grab them back . Now, on my husband's insistence I am wearing my spectacles with a string so that it would hang around my neck like a noose and makes me feel bad about laughing at Kichu of my English lesson.
