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There was something about those eyes. Something special. As if the whole world was waiting to get a glimpse of those eyes but I was the lucky winner who got the chance to see them first.
“You have your mother’s eyes,” I whispered in her ears. Her little fingers grasped my finger tightly. Holding her in my arms I felt as if I was holding my entire world.


I still remember the day I first met her mother. She was sitting there all alone.
“Can I take your picture?”
“Why?” She said this without looking at me.
“Of all the things I have seen, you are the second most beautiful.”
“And what is the first one?”
“Your eyes.”
“Why should I believe you?” She was still looking down, stirring her cup of coffee.
“I am a photographer. I capture beauty. No one knows about beauty better than me.” She looked in my direction but not at me.
“My eyes, they are dead. I am blind.” Her eyes were trying to guess my position.
“You said no one knows beauty better than you but I don’t know what beauty is. I don’t know the difference between beauty and ugliness. Do you still think that my eyes are beautiful?”
I couldn’t see her eyes because they were blurred with tears.
“In our profession they say, ‘If the picture is blurred, you are not close enough.’”
I moved closer to her. Her face just inches away from mine. She was still trying to guess my position. My breath directed her to me. I kissed her eyes and she got her answer. I was looking into those eyes. Her eyes.


I tried to uncurl her little fingers by pressing her palm. She curled them back into a tight fist and I captured this moment with my camera.


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“The operation theatre is ready.”
“Coming, doctor.”
“You’ve made a brave choice”
“What choice did I have, with a maximum of four months available to me?”
“You know you will never be able to capture beauty in your camera anymore…”
“Doctor, my wife is the second best beauty in this world and do you know what the first one is? My daughter’s eyes.”
I felt she smiled when I said this.
“And I have captured both in my camera.”
Lying in the bed, I closed my eyes. All images started to fade. Now everything was black and when I opened my eyes, it seemed like millions of years had passed. I opened my eyes but…but it was still dark.
“What is this, doctor? Switch on the lights!”
“The lights are on. Are you all right? You have taken such a difficult decision…”
“No, no, doctor don’t worry, I was just checking whether you did your job perfectly or not.”
I laughed, but I sensed the doctor’s displeasure to my joke.
“How is my wife?”
“The operation was successful but…”
“I know, she needs some answers. Please, doctor take me to her.”
The distance to her room was the longest distance I have ever travelled.
“ I told you not to take this decision and you said you were just kidding, then why you did this?” she said.
She was crying. This time she could see me but I couldn’t see her. I have given my vision to my masterpiece. Her image was not on my retina but my mind was drawing a blurred image of her for me.
In our profession they say, ‘If the picture is blurred, you are not close enough.’”
I was trying to guess her position. She moved closer to me. Her breath directed me to her. I kissed her eyes and she got her answer.

Lovish Jain | Edited by Farrokh sir



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