IN THE OPTICIAN'S CHECKROOM

This image was taken a while back and coincidentally, this topic came up. I love pictures very much. Would love to do some documentary but I do not own a good device.

So background story yeah, that day, I had scheduled to see an optician. My glass frame had got broken earlier and i had managed to use it for as long as was possible until I could no longer continue with it. While I sat in the opticians check-room and she excused herself, i just clicked on my phone's camera and thought to do some black and white photography(and have been on it ever since). Hence the photo.

Looking around the room, I thought about how many more times I’d be visiting eye clinics. Worse even, my checks take too much time. Its been long. Far too long. I realized how attached I had grown to be, with my glasses. They’ve been of tremendous help. I must tell.

So many things ran through my mind in that moment. I thought back to that in junior high school when we were having our English class. I was among those selected to sit facing the class and read the novel.

I ecall how many times Miss Grace would commend my reading, "you read well. Your voice is clear. Your pronunciations are correct and you know when to obey the punctuations."

But in every three line I read, I would pause(mostly mid-sentence), press my eyes tightly shut and then rub on them. It was a very embarrassing time. How ever I tried I could never forget it.

I thought to the first hospital(I think) I visited and how I went from junior optician, to matron, to senior kid eye optician, to senior adult eye optician, each one tossing me from one to the next. I was barely 10 years old. Maybe less. I recall I’d been going there for days and my mother was worried. Ha!

The pity looks I got. iRemember! I remembered one doctor, Victoria, saying(to a colleague of hers), "...this her case is somehow"

I recalled how after back and forths, I wonder at the adult eye opticians office and he, wearing a solemn look, had told my mum that I may never get to take off my prescription glasses as my eyesight was bad. Very bad. I had smiled. Little me. Whoever told me what awaited me.

I thought of the days when I never get to see a face clearly.The color of your clothes? Yeah. An attire, your face, what you’re holding, the writings of a book in my hand, a signpost few feet from me?....well, Nah!. Days when if my glass frame is broken, then that day is as bleh and bland as it can get. Terrible days! For real.

Never knew I could rely on these little twin so badly. heck! I remember the day I visited this renowned hospital and after a series of check, the optician asked me, "are you even sure you can see me at all? I remember him raising his fingers and asking me to tell how many fingers he held up. Was annoying tho.

Even as I write this, with my new glasses on, it still is a struggle and my eyes hurt from squinting. But at least, I have these to help me. And I'm glad.

It is what it is.

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