An Optician’s Thought
About the author: Yashita,9A - She loves reading and travelling.
Illustrated by- Bharathi,9A
The coconut like whites of his eyes gently carve around the ripples of the dark cinnamon iris combined by the faint mahogany streaks as if it were to show internal scratches which were so , intricately designed. Those calming lashes, stroked outwards in perfect symmetry while glued together in thick
bunches;blushing at every blink, yet sticking up at a forty five degree angle with the upmost pride. Delicately dilating, the intimidated pupil minimises against the merciless light like a vampire at sunrise!
One could quite easily mistake his eyes for tempered chocolate, as they both share the identical relation of possessing an irresistible sheen, competing equally with the feminine eyelashes he has.For the moment, when he was forcibly glaring at me , I had no choice but to feel embarrassed due to the feeling of nudity as it seemed as if this stranger , this imposter could look right through me, where then every air molecule suddenly became a frosted dagger which was stuck inside of me. Illuminating as they were , it seemed as if the sun was unworthy of casting as much brightness as the eyes sitting in front of me.....His eyes were a sin. An utter sin! The acorn brown swimming in the centre glints like a safe waiting to be opened, dangerously encasing some demon, which has been waiting to be unleashed. So I just keep glancing at the safe instead. I don't want to be entangled in any mess right now.
Ten minutes pass and my shock struck body is still yet in awe, studying these diamond orbs like a mad pervert. If it enables me to drown in the pool of ecstasy before me - then by all means call me a pervert. The flash did stop, expanding the dilated pupil, smoothly, slowly, like a black hole ready to engulf, the movement of the streaks in his brownness was in amiable sync blending deeply with that beautiful ochre colour. He left eventually, with his canine and white cane... this whole escapade filled me with pity - that poor man cannot witness what i had just seen. That poor man cannot witness those opalescent lilies gleaming in the shimmering palace of celestial maidens.