CHAPTER 2: STARS IN MY EYES!

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                                                                                                                  Etsy

I thought cataracts only happened to people after a certain age. Till I realised that I was, indeed, at that very age.

Around six years back I recall walking into an optician’s shop at Chennai and doing an eye test. I began to read the usual list of alphabets that petered from huge to ant-sized, and I nearly fell off my chair when the optician declared,

“Madam, you have a cataract in your left eye.” He seemed unusually jubilant about it.

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I was much less jubilant, of course, and I wondered how on earth such a catastrophe had happened. Long story short, my husband hustled me off to a small but well-maintained eye clinic, where I had the most enjoyable surgery ever, with rainbow colours swirling around my eye and a pleasurable feeling of water being poured into it. I came out whistling!

This year, I finally attained perfect eyesight when I went in for a cataract surgery in my right eye, something I had never experienced my entire life. Perfect eyesight, I mean! Another perfect surgery ticked off in my medical list!


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In class eight, I assumed that the world was a naturally blurry place and that everyone thought so. One day, I slipped on my dad’s glasses, and suddenly, everything became crystal clear. I had myopia, and how!

I hated wearing glasses. Especially the ones I owned which were hideous and off-putting. They were like braces on my eyes, highly unprepossessing. I would hide them every chance I got, and often missed a great deal happening around me, including recognising my acquaintances. For a long time, I was misunderstood, until they realised that I was more blind than snooty.

Till last year, my better half claimed that when we had got married, I had seen only half of him, given the fact that that is how I had generally seen everything in life. This year, he is singing a different tune, of course. For not only have my cataracts disappeared, but I am seeing things a whole lot better, physically and mentally.

I now have stars in my eyes!

 
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  1. Pradeep Nair12/13/2025 06:18:00 PM

    There is always a glass through which we see the world!

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