The other day while applying moisturiser to my face I felt a stinging sensation in my eye. I splashed some water. Seeing myself in the mirror, I spotted tiny creamy blobs on my lashes. I wiped them away with a tissue.
Within minutes, things became hazy. The world according to my left eye was a blur, as though I were watching everything through a gauze curtain. Using my right index finger, I touched the iris gently. It felt sticky; the pupil was dilated.
It seemed a bit like a horror film where you see things through peep-holes and they are distorted. Or there are extreme close-ups of just a part of the anatomy. I could not type or read. I lay down; eye-drops did not work immediately. I thought crying might help. But there was nothing to cry about.
I waited, holding my palm over one eye, then the other. I got to see things around me in two ways. The window now had double bars; the room looked larger; the ceiling taller. The lines on my palm extended to my wrists. The panic subsided. I began to appreciate sight and vision.
The vision to be able to see beyond eyes.
4 comments:
FV:
I began to appreciate sight and vision.
A sense of loss brings home the value of many things we take for granted. Price is what you pay for a thing and value is what you get from that thing.
Real cheesy lines... these!
Perhaps you need the moisturiser counterpart of "Johnson's Baby Shampoo". No More Tears.
Now in Pakistan at
http://www.libertybooks.com/books/travel-holiday/a-journey-interrupted:-being-indian-in-pakistan.html
PS:
Kya cheez hai? I enjoy cheesy lines, especially as they stretch like strings from a warm slice of pizza.
Mask:
I need the 'people' counterpart of 'No More Tears' shampoo. Who doesn't?
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Since I wasn't able to get online I asked someone to post the link, so let it stay.
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