Dear God! Where Are My Glasses?

Sometimes, when things just don’t go in the right direction and we start feeling demented, happiness comes in disguise, out of the blue, to make everything alright.

There are always good times and then there are bad days too. This happened around 10 years ago. My grandma had been keeping very ill. My family and extended families had gathered together as per her wishes, since she wanted all her children and grandchildren to be besides her as she felt she would leave for her heavenly abode any point of time.

Grandma had been detected with cervical cancer and was not ready to get operated, which, actually could save her life. Everyone in the family tried giving his / her best shot to convince her for the operation. However, she was too obstinate to agree. Her belief was to die natural death rather than dying on an operation table out of anxiety and horror.

Staying in a joint family is always fun. Especially for the children as they get good company and a lot of time to play. Children do not really need any friends to hangout with, since cousins satisfy that necessity. And we were a team of 11. Grandma spent most of her time with all of us, playing with us, instructing us on the nuances of old world games and teaching bengali rhymes.

The game session with grandma usually started after lunch. One fine day, during one of those sessions, grandma suddenly realized her spectacles were missing and to make things difficult, she could not remember when she had last worn them.

We started searching for grandma’s spectacles but without any success. The entire house was searched. Exhausted, we sat down besides grandma and started probing her in case she could provide any bit of information.

Grandma felt sad and then she uttered something very unexpected. “Dear God! Where are my glasses? Please find them for me and I will agree to be operated”.

Like thunderbolt, everyone hurried and started searching for the spectacles once again. There was a ruckus in the entire house. Suddenly, a voice screamed out from the kitchen, “Gramma, I got your glasses. Now you will live for long long time” cried out the youngest member of our family. A fountain of optimism springed up. Everyone clapped and hugged grandma. She had tears in her eyes.

I still remember what she said then- “No matter what comes by, being together and close to loved ones always nudges the optimism out in every situation.”

The lost spectacles saved our grandma’s life. She finally got operated and by God’s grace, she is still alive and healthy at 85.

Whenever I recall those days, I always feel the strength of togetherness. Staying together and close to our loved ones fills our lives with unparalleled optimism. Similarly, Housing too believes in the power of optimism and the power of being #together. We all must strive and #lookup for being #together.

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