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Losing the vision... :D

This incident occurred when I was doing my Masters a year back and was living in a hostel, I shared this on FB when I wasn't blogging, thought to share here because my blog seem to be very empty and needed some content... ;) :D

Well, here it goes....

As usual I woke up this morning, opened my eyes and was petrified. I realised I couldn’t see. I closed my eyes and tried once again to open them and see but in vain. The first thought came to my mind was, is it still dark? I turned to the window to see if it was dark, and can see light coming in but the vision was blurry. Fear started swathing me, I started shuddering, weird thoughts plugged my mind, and I went into a state of quandary. What was happening to my eyes? Did I lose my vision? Is it because I spend a lot of time on computers? Am I dreaming or is it happening in real.

I cried for my roommate timidly, he got up from him sleep and asked me what had happened, I asked him the time, he fumbled for his cell phone, it is 6:30, said he. I told him, I cannot see anything, everything seems to be blurry. He turned around and saw through the window, light was peeping in but he couldn’t see beyond that, he exclaimed “DAMN IT” I too cannot see. We both were in horror, gaining some courage I got up from my bed and switched on the lights, we both could see our faces though not clearly, but we could. There was something very suspicious about our eyes; they were bloody red, puffed-up as if filled with air, and some kind of thick green sticky liquid around them.
He said “aapna banne ni aankh aavi gayi bhai...”.  :D :D :D :D

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