The Need #EveryConversationMatters #TheChuckleChroniclesBlogHop
Here she comes! It's 6 o'clock and she just got up and now the first thing she will do is to try to find me at places that are unimaginable generally, like inside the cupboard, under the bed, but little will she notice that I am there at the usual place, her bedside table.
I won't budge because I enjoy playing this game of hide and seek with her. I feel justified in indulging in this mystery, knowing that no matter how angry she gets with me, she ultimately can't do without me. When she finally finds me, she lets out a sigh of relief, and I take pleasure in that realisation. It confirms for me that I am essential to her and that she can't live without me.
I am there with her when she prepares her meals and when she reads her books. I stay by her side as she scrolls through her mobile phone or enjoys her favourite songs from the 90s. I accompany her during her walks and while she picks up her daughter from school.
Sometimes, she even gives me a cold bath, which I dislike. When she wipes off the water with a soft cloth, I feel a tingling sensation. During that time, she treats me like a child, and who doesn't love a bit of pampering? Everyone deserves some indulgence, especially after a tough day.
But I sometimes feel insecure. What if she throws me away? What if I become too old for her? When I see her choose the suave and sophisticated lenses instead of me, I can't help but feel jealous. Why doesn't she realize that she looks good with me? Why does she have to opt for those lenses when I'm right here?
The feeling of being ignored and neglected doesn't last long. I know that, despite being soft and sleek, those lenses can't provide her with the comfort I can offer. So the moment she feels uncomfortable, she returns to me. I eagerly await that moment, relishing the anticipation of her needing me.
Am I a narcissist? No, I’m just a little mischievous—but that’s only with her. The rest of the world doesn’t matter to me because I know I belong to her and only her. Although I'm supposed to be kept in a secure place, she can be quite reckless with me at times, which really annoys me. I've fallen from her lap so many times, but thankfully, I’m strong enough to withstand those falls. Don’t you think she should be more careful with me? After all, I am a bit fragile, given my build.
Oh, she has lost me once again. She is searching for me on the bookshelf while I lie here on her bed. I wish I could scream and tell her, "Hey, look, I'm here!" But I will wait my turn, and I know it's going to be a long one. She will search, panic, and scream throughout the house, but she will never admit that she's at fault. I don't blame her, though, as I know she can't live without me. I am her glasses.
"This post is a part of #TheChuckleChroniclesBlogHop hosted by Manali Desai and Sukaina Majeed under #EveryConversationMatters"
At first, I was puzzled—who's this mysterious companion you were talking about? Then it hit me: it's your glasses! The way the story personifies them is both charming and relatable. It reminded me of my own morning rituals, frantically searching for my specs only to find them perched on my head or below my pillow. The glasses' playful jealousy over contact lenses was hilarious. The narrative beautifully captures the silent bond we share with everyday objects. It's a gentle reminder that even the mundane holds stories and emotions. This piece made me smile and reflect on the little things I often take for granted. Kudos to you for turning a simple object into a character with depth and personality. Truly, every conversation—even with our belongings—matters
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for your kind words Romila. Thanks for such a heartfelt observation.
DeleteOh my God!! You've nailed it, Reubenna. Every person with glasses can relate to this. And now when I pour water on it for cleaning, I will remember that may be it feeling cold and doesn't like the daily ritual 😀
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ReplyDeleteOh God, this is so me!!! I keep it on side table or on bed and search for my glasses everywhere. I have broken so many pairs when I put them on bed and someone unknowingly sit on them. I can totally relate to it. I can't do without my glasses and probably my glasses may have a same tale to tell! This was such a fun and sweet read!
ReplyDeleteHaha...true right for every Chashhmish this is going to be true
DeleteSuch a nice way to express love for your owner. I guess people with spectacles would find it in the beginning of the story☺️
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading. Yes, for them its quite obvious.
DeleteYou kept the suspense till the end. Initially I thought the 'she' was the narrator's daughter!
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading. My daughter also does the same things.
DeleteAll of us who are bespectacled will be able to relate to your post. I have also spent hours hunting for my glasses. I remember writing a poem titled Grandpa's Glasses when young. Enjoyed reading your post written with such humour and simplicity.
ReplyDeleteThank you. Glasses are an inseparable aspect of any bespectacled person's life for sure.
DeleteThis is absolutely adorable! Who knew a pair of glasses could have such sass, charm, and emotional depth? Loved the playful perspective—felt like reading a warm hug with a wink!
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading. Glad the glasses could bring a smile
DeleteI have done it all and still could not recognise that the object in discussion here is glasses, so silly of Me 😂 and the way you have put it, purely a great job!
ReplyDeleteI am glad i could maintain the suspense. 😀
DeleteIt is a cute stuff on the internet that I read today. Having used spectacles for years now I can so relate with it. I do get thoughts when I lose it why can't I ring the bell and find it
ReplyDeleteHaha glad you could resonate.
DeleteThis is probably very relatable for anyone who wears glasses! Your glasses are definitely merciful and polite!
ReplyDeleteGlad you liked that side of my glasses
DeleteThis is adorable and so full of charm! You’ve made the glasses feel like a loyal old friend—overlooked, slightly dramatic, yet irreplaceable. I smiled through every line. So beautifully personified!
ReplyDeleteoh I enjoyed this ode to the glasses. My sister would relate to this very much.
ReplyDeleteThis is peak wholesome mischief! Love how the glasses have more personality than half the people I know—loyal, dramatic, and just the right amount of salty!
ReplyDeleteI've written something similar for glasses in Blogchatter A2Z '24 (which has now been converted into a book titled Embraces in Ink):
https://arusticmind88.wordpress.com/2024/04/08/dear-glasses/