autobiography of a pair of spectacles (120-150 words)
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Spectacles – Yes, I am a pair of spectacles and that also a beautiful one indeed, an expensive one and one belonging to a unique person.
Spectacles are an item of utility which people wear when their eyes become weak. With lenses of the power required, the weak eyes can see better and this is of course true of all of us. However, so much being common to all of my clan, I am sure you would like to know more about my life.
For several days I lay dejected and bored at one of the outlets of Ray Ban spectacles in a Mumbai market, the name of which I do not remember. My friends, my neighbors were being bought one after the other, and the delay in my Purchase depressed me and, I started wondering why I was not being chosen by any of the customers.
It was early in the morning and the showroom was all set, for the day’s sales, and, just as I was thinking of what the day would bring for me, a very beautiful young girl stepped into the showroom, and, came towards my counter, and so much so, I could see her pinning her eyes on me.
At once she really came to my counter and straight away, asked the salesman for my price and, on hearing the price she stated in a low voice that, I was too expensive, but that she wanted just me. I was taken out from the shelf and handed over to the packer to pack me.
Aha! I was so excited why, do you know? My excitement was for more than one reason Firstly, I was happy that I had finally been bought, and that also by a cute young girl. Secondly, what gave me great pleasure and a boost to my moral was that, I now came to know that, I lay in the shop for so long not because I was not liked but that, I was too expensive for many to afford.
This thought led me to believe that, I must be better than the others of my clan and believe me I was on top of the world with this thought.
This was, however, not the end of my excitement, for; soon I came to know that, the young girl who had bought me was none other than the heartthrob of millions – Ms. Karishma Kapoor. She had to wear me in some of the scenes of her latest film so she had purchased me.
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I am stuck inside a box. It’s translucent, and it is teal in colour. There is a soft thing over me that is royal blue.
A man just opened the box and I saw men and women walking, the background a cement gray wall, with stacks of boxes covering it. I, a full rimmed sunny yellow new-born spectacle, was ready to see the world.
A bearded man of about 30 years closed my box and placed me in what felt like a bigger, empty box. I was soon crammed into it, with cases and cases of other glasses on top of me.
Soon I reached the shop, where I was finally free and had all the space I wanted. But the freedom was short-lived. I was placed under a transparent layer, and was one of the million glasses on display.
Men and women entered the shop, tried me, put me on the counter for trying, took another one, tried it, and bought it, as if I was any lesser than they. The other spectacles on display took pity on me, and soon I had several friends.
The day of my dreams finally came. I was bought! I felt sad that I had to leave all my friends behind but I was finally bought. Someone liked me!
I was worn for a couple of hours. Soon my muscles began to relax, stretch and wriggle in the way they hadn’t since ages. My owner, a young girl of twelve with bright blue eyes and a charming smile, took care of me in a way that no one had ever done. It was a massage. She cleaned my eyes till they sparkled, the muddy ochre my rim had become was now spotless sunny yellow again. I loved it.
The girl became thirty, an age when one switches from glasses to contact lenses. But she did not. I felt proud as contact lenses are in fashion these day but she chose me over them. She looked quite pretty now and soon got married. We shifted to a mansion afterwards and I enjoyed a luxurious life.
My owner was now 50 and her skin was soft and wrinkly. I was a wonderful feeling to sit on her nose, comfy, soft and warm.
Years and years flew by and my owner was 95. She was in the hospital and I was still sitting on her nose, yet not so well taken care of. Well, never mind, she was old. She was reading when she got a heart attack. They could not save her and she died.