The smallest things in our life matter so much that we just overlook them and take them for granted. This incident I am about to tell you is something that is very common and can happen to anyone. It goes like this.
A few weeks ago I had been asking mom to get me new frames for my specs. She kept on opposing this demand of mine saying that my present frames are perfect (which they surely were) and that I don’t need new ones now. Alright, fair enough. But I still wasn’t satisfied enough to stop cribbing. So one fine day mom takes me to the optical shop. Sweet..! Not really. After exploring through the glass shelves for about an hour and trying each frame and staring aimlessly at myself in the mirror, I give up and finally realize that my present frames are way better than what I could have traded them for.
Glad as I was, I kissed my frames and wore them again with a new love for them, feeling more stylish and sexier (which not to boast I already am). So not even a week passes and I again start craving for a new frame. So off I go again merrily hopping to mom with lots of positive vibs and hope. And then just outside the kitchen I say, ‘Ma, I need new frames’. Hearing this mom turned. With whatever hope I had come to her the reaction mom gave me was more than reassuring, infact excessively optimistic maybe fishy. With the sweetest smile on her face and the softest tone in her voice she said, ‘Adu, don’t you understand in one go’. And you would not believe the kind of expression I had on my face. The amount of positive vibs with which I had come and the amazing reaction with which mom replied, all my hope was suddenly crushed yet I wasn’t sad rather I could feel a pack of laughter about to erupt. Then it happened, we both started laughing at the way I so optimistically asked for a pair of frames and mom so lovingly refused them.
Come to think of it, maybe I dint even require new frames, just wanted to demand for new ones so that’s why this happened. Whatever it was this was fun. So again with my frames on my face I continue seeing through them.
Then one fine Wednesday morning when the sun was right above us, I decide to go visit my friends. As careful as I am with my eyes, I pull out my sun glasses (which have +1.75D lenses, enabling me to see clearly) and put them on my eyes. Now as I am very well aware that seeing without those lenses in front of my eyes is pretty tough for me, I grab my lovely set of frames and stuff them in my upper shirt pocket. Cool what a perfect day it was. Reaching at the rendezvous I am glad to meet my friends and so are they. As we walk down the streets something makes me touch my shirt pocket. As obvious as it seems, yes its true, my lovely set of frames were not there in my pocket anymore. A sudden chill ran down my spine. Where are they? How could I have been so careless? I don’t want new frames. I want my old frames back. What’s done is done. No its not. I plead my friends to retrace my path just in a hope to find my specs. They agree and we walk our way back to the origin. All in vain.
Some emotion it was to lose my brilliant set of frames. Everyone tried to make me feel better saying aaaahh adi great now you will get new frames. But I so wanted my old frames back, I was in love with them. They were perfect for me. How could I have even wished for new frames. So still trying to keep it out of my mind I spend some time with my friends and its around 5:30 pm in the evening that I realize that I can no longer keep my sun glasses on. How could I keep them on with the sun setting but then how could I take them off without me being able to see. Tough call but I had to remove them. So squinting my eyes I see the number on the bus and safely board it. Now clinging on to my other belongings (cell phone, sun glasses and my wallet) I stand and wait patiently for my stop to come. After a nice half hour I get off tired and sad at my stop. Now wasn’t it a perfect day. To my surprise I mistook the previous stop to my stop. Great..! I shout for a by standing rikshaw and sit on it. Home sweet home…!
Mom sure was pretty enthusiastic about knowing how my day was till the time I told her that I lost my specs. Oh well the whole story rewound again.
So as a punishment for my carelessness I told mom that I am not going to get new frames for at least another semester and till then I would use my old frames. One day passed. And then another, but something dint feel right. Maybe it was the weather, no it was the back pain, no it was the lack of sleep, no now I know, it was the specs that were bothering me. They dint feel comfortable. It couldn’t be. I just stopped wearing them because I got new ones, they were perfectly fine. But no, still my eyes just refused to enjoy the view from these set of frames. So just the other day I went up to mom and said, ‘Ma..! These frames are not comfortable I need new ones’. To which mom replied, ‘Okay..! Lets wait for the weekend, then you and papa can go see some frames.’ As fast as time passed, the weekend came –today. Me, all excited and beaming went to the optical store. There yet again I saw almost all frames full frames, half frames, rimless, flexible, thick sides, thin sides and I shortlisted 3 out of them. Then it was time to choose. One was a full frame which was a little small for my eyes so I had second thoughts. The other was a half frame, pretty light but was somewhat a casual frame. The last, another half frame, a little trendy but it didn’t much suit me. Wow. After all the short listing I was back to square one.
Excitement all shattered I returned home irritated and angry at myself. The frames I lost were a pretty cool set. I loved my previous set of frames. Funny as it may seem, I now miss my frames. Finally, lesson learnt that everything big or small in our life matters and that we should not look over them instead look after them and cherish them.
