My goodness gracious me!! What illuminating range of contributions I see this evening! How positively grand! To remain seated, unmoved, after all this would be a dull and contemptible injustice and so I must allow myself a few ecstatic cartwheels across the air, so please bear with me whilst I go through the motions! Giggle, giggle!
I can reveal to You that ONE person got it spot on! The nut and bolts of his words were sublimely harmonious with those penned by the anonymous child of whose work You were shown earlier in the day. A round of applause is certainly deserved in Your good name! Bravo, bravo! ♥
I must confess that for the most of my day the renegade web of nerves inside my head were conspiring to see if they could abscond and trickle out through my ears, wishing then to slobber down all their gooey inglorious substance onto the table before sliding off the edge to create a mess that would have most probably forced my superiors to call the bobbies in! I felt like this because I began to realise the enormity of the challenge that I had laid out on Your plate, so far so, that even whilst immersed in a scintillating and jovial banter with my friends I saw quite clearly Your forehead and face racked and clobbered into a shrivelled prune, and I acknowledged that it was, I, responsible! Thanks to my shovelling a brain-teaser Your way, Your local pharmacy will have probably now dried out of painkillers because You are taking them with water at this precise moment! I do apologise and I hope that You shan’t be too moody with me and my playful stunt, but I implore thee, and please see it this way: that a chill-out weekend is on the cards so why not permit Yourself to untighten those knots of orderliness and concerns of the grownup world and get stuck into games! I admit, they bring in no money, yet they sure as heck fatten up the room with idle silliness! I am very good at that!
Let us now analyse the words that I had deviously blotted out with my orangey marker, and I guarantee You that You shall take relish here, for a new story of olden dimensions awaits thy acquaintance!
When I was at University I was told by my optician that I ought to wear glasses and to evaluate for myself, after a while, whether that made a noticeable improvement in my ability to bring my visual world into sharper focus. The results of the assessments showed that my left eye was slightly weaker than the right. I was 18 years old and unbeknownst to me at the time, that when I bravely donned the large moonlike lens of my chosen pair of glasses, they made me look an ancient erudite, a female version of Harry Potter, if ever there was one! I wore them for three years and after graduation I finally acknowledged to myself that the two miniature moon lens had actually done nothing for me, they were worth diddlysquat!
I returned to the opticians and if the truth be known, yes, I was a bit anxious about how she would respond to my decision to forgo my glasses. I imagined in my mind’s eye a beastly look of disappointment in her scrutinising face, telling me off in the disciplinary style of a headmistress. I did not really fancy entering the lion’s den of her office but it had to be done. When she listened to my account she had my eyes re-assessed and this time, rather annoyingly, she concluded that I could have got on perfectly well without wearing those bulky glasses! I could not believe my ears! Letting out a weary puff of air, I fell back on my chair in torrid lament and pitied myself for having to subject myself to three years of carrying the moon over my eyes and for absolutely no reason! Fiddlesticks, indeed! In the end it transpired that my eyes were only slightly out of focus although not to that extent that it would warrant the wearing of glasses!
It is most likely that at this point that You are expecting me to say that I walloped the optician on the head with my carpet bag and then bulldozed all her papers into stringy shreds, ending my appointment with an angry and loud slam of the door behind me. I am not such a person! Instead I was calm and bemused, and shifting the position in my chair I questioned her as to how her measurements could have drifted so markedly off-course! She could not explain it and apologised effusively. I sympathetically replied that mistakes happen and that she ought not to run her head in the sand about it. She was glad that I had taken the ordeal so lightly and offered to take in the glasses so that I may leave the office happier and released from the load.
I declined her offer.
She was stumped by my strange choice and I simply told her that I had my reasons. I casually walked out of her office and the first thing I did was let my eyes bask in the sunshine, taking care not to blind them of course, and then I looked inside my palm where the history of three years seemed to have condensed themselves into the frame and circles of my now defunct glasses. I felt a great happiness in myself and a few members of the public shot quizzical expressions my way. I did not care. All that mattered was that I knew that the optician had not committed any error. It was my eyes. They had changed. Stepping foot onto the straight road that led to my home, I began to hum and there was nothing in this world that could have stopped me from doing so, for I saw with new eyes and these eyes glimmered and shimmered like turquoise waters that swayed by the breath of my Creator. I think He impressed on my soul that afternoon the first sign that someone would return, but it would take a while longer than anticipated, because that is how all true good things came about, and that I ought to keep the glasses safe because someday he will want to see them with his own eyes.
In the library, what the child had penned and that I had subsequently photographed was a doorway opened by the blessing of my Creator and through it I saw that my Soulmate had already seen my aura in the way that I saw his in my childhood – in the unseen and pristine realms of a Vision… ♥♥♥
Photography & Words: © Masufa Khatun | Mazzy Khatun Photo Stories | Winchester Discovery Centre | Winchester | UK 2016