Chashma

Once upon a time in a sweet family of three members there was a small prince born. It was rainy season and the beautiful valley of Almora was covered with green as if to welcome him to the world. That day there was an earthquake and storms. His first cry had bought smiles in the family. His elder sister was so mesmerized to see him that she did not get words to speak for some time.

With time he grew up into a wonderful smart boy and everyone in school adored him from teachers to friends. He was the topper in academics and a class in sports. His only passion in life was to join the Indian Air Force and serve the motherland. He had posters of Planes all around his room and his sketches mainly had fighter planes. All quiet on the western front and Diary of Anne Frank were his favorite books. As any common teenage boy, he wanted to join NDA and then one day fly high in the blue sky on this own ….

He wanted to touch the clouds, feel the wind, and fly high above the sky…..he was a free soul and wanted to wonder free…..and protect the country from enemy…

Everything was going magnificent in his life...Untill he started having headaches and difficulty in seeing letters on board. His mom took him to a doctor who checked his eyes, she made him read the ABC…and in a very simple and normal tone informed he needed GLASSES. This word scattered in the room and the little prince could feel the broken glasses piercing in his body and soul. This word had shattered his dream…..

He was now a spectacled boy who would not be able to fly a fighter plane…….he will not be able to meet the 6/6 ......