BLINK 👀 By GAUTAM K MIRCHANDANI✍️

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SAM ROY was the perfect example of the Great Indian Liberation Process. At the age of forty-nine, he was the Vice-President of a Multi-National Company and owned a duplex apartment floor in Juhu, facing the Arabic Sea. He drove a BMW 7, was a member of two elite clubs and was recently divorced, free from his nagging wife after eleven years of arranged marriage. Arranged marriage never worked for Sam, and right now, he was happy living the life of the most eligible bachelor, and he felt delighted and released and the way his life was shaping up, there was nothing to complain about; he felt the urge to do more in this bustling mega-city of Mumbai. He had plans, great plans!     

In the next five years, Sam plans to quit his Vice President Job and become his boss. Things were proceeding smoothly. There were talks about starting a chain of fast-food restaurants or yoga centres, and everything was going according to his plans. Then, one day, Sam came down with a high fever and, for a week, lay in the hospital under the observation of Doctor Ram Russell.

A week later, Sam was back in good health, and things were back to normal. It was the day he was going to be discharged from the hospital when Doctor Ram Russell came to his room to check him out.

“Ah, the fever is gone and your health report chart says everything is normal and there is no problem at all.” Doctor Russell said, smiling at Sam while reading the report.

“Thank God,” Sam said with a smile.

“And modern science,” Doctor Russell said, chuckling.

“You bet, Doc,” Sam said.

“So how are you feeling now?” Doctor Russell asked.

“Absolutely great and ready to go,” Sam replied.

“Good, but take it easy for few days.” Doctor Russell said.

Sam nodded and was discharged, but as soon as he drove his car towards his house, he felt a throbbing pain between his eyes. For a minute, he thought to drive back to Doctor Russell and tell him about the pain in his eyes, but then, thinking that perhaps some other time, he drove home.

Three days later, Sam was back to his good health and enjoyed himself with all the attention he was getting at the party that was thrown by his best friend Alan Mark, especially for him. The party went on until late hours, and by the time Sam drove home, it was already early 3:15 am in the morning.

The next morning, Sam sat up on his bed and cried out as the pain in his eyes came back again and this time with an intensity. He blinked his eyes open and then shut. The pain has ebbed to a dull throbbing now, and two steam lines of tears run down his face.

“Something is terribly wrong with my eyes,” Sam said aloud, staring into the dressing room mirror as he dressed himself. Then, looking at the mirror, he blinked his eyes twice and walked out of the room, missing the newly cracked ones that had appeared on the dressing table mirror.

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