Brief exchange and Immense Joy

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Digital eye and cross

Close up of eye with digital lights and Christian cross

I was waiting for my turn outside the eye OPD when the nurse announced my name. I jumped out of my chair and hurried to the optometrist room. He asked me to cover my right eye and read the alphabets approximately 20 feet away. Then repeat with the left eye. I read almost all the rows with great agility except for the last few words that appeared hazy. A bit unsure, but I read them as “W” and “M”.

He scribbled on my card 6/6 and asked me to concentrate on the tip of his pen. He moved it from left to right, top to bottom, far and near constantly reminding me not to move my neck around just the eyes. Pleased with the results he asked me,

What brings you here?

I came for a regular examination.

Disbelieving, he asked, where are you from?

Oh! I just live across the street.

Well, not many people visit us just for a regular examination. It’s a rarity he affirmed.

I smiled agreeably not revealing that I came to the city for a short vacation.

He asked me to wait outside for the senior doctor to examine my retina. He also explained that the nurse will administer a few sets of eye drops to dilate my pupil.

I took some magazines from the rack to read, but the chatter in the room was quite distracting. I was not carrying my smart phone today, so there were no games, no videos, no emails and neither social media to connect to. Well, I just have to wait.

I was gazing at the people around when I noticed a three-year-old boy wearing a red tee and khaki shorts just a few seats away watching me closely. When I matched his gaze, he shyly turned around and hugged his mother. Almost instantly he looked back to see if I was still watching him. This time he smiled and I reciprocated.

Acknowledgement, admiration, compliments followed by a session of peek-a-boo laid the foundation of our friendship.

The couple seated beside me started smiling too, and the next one and the next. I neither knew this young boy’s name nor did I know where he came from, yet I felt a connection. He had livened up the entire room. It was way more than watching a movie, more than playing video games and certainly more than being connected on social media.

The nurse announced his name and he walked smiling into the Doctor’s room with his mother.

Happiness in this brief exchange was indeed contagious.

Precious

Jewellery, Weekend Projects

She took me by her hand and tried to fit me on framing nails, flooring nails, roofing nails and all the specialty nails in her drawer. I did not fit. I was embarrassed at my miniature physique and felt  that all the nails were laughing at me. I was holding back tears, pretending to be strong; strong for her. There was no one who looked like me. I was upset, not because I had no companion, but I was oblivious of my very existence. All I remembered was her warm embrace and subtle aroma of white Florals.

She left me in the drawer and closed the lid. It was dark and I was afraid. My heart was pounding so fast that I could throw up anytime. I closed my eyes tightly and said a prayer to help her remember, help me remember where I belong.

Those were the longest two minutes I ever had in my life. The drawer opened once again and there she was; leaning; searching. Her smile lifted my spirits. This was the first time I saw her Moorish eyes. She was holding something in her left hand. It was an oval white pearl with a sharp pin. I was afraid to face embarrassment all over again, but her gleaming eyes gave me hope. She gently placed me at the top of the pin and turned me around and around and around. I cried out with joy. I had finally met my soul.

She smiled and turned me again, this time in the other direction. I was confused; I wanted to stay. It was my destiny. I was losing patience as she put me back into the drawer. She carefully held the white pearl in her right hand and pushed it gently through her ear piercing. Once she had a firm grip, she picked me up, placed me on top of the pin, from behind her ear this time and started winding me in. I remember now that this is where I belong. I am not an ordinary screw, but I am a special, the one to keep the pearl safe, to keep her safe.

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