“Nothing appears to have changed; it seems that you have put on the wrong glasses instead”, she reiterated looking at his pathetic situation attempting to bring him to the real world. Completely oblivious of what she was saying, he was preoccupied with his own complicated thoughts. All this while, he was continuously murmuring about his visualization of a Utopian world.
“The world appeared so beautiful from these glasses. It looks as if everything is so simple and easy. There isn’t any worry or trouble. The gardens are full of green and each day many-colored flowers seem to blossom from those delicate young buds. The world was following its regular course of action. There weren’t any complexities or unholy interventions at all.”
She shook him again. He abruptly came to his senses. Apparently, he was lost in his own world trying to escape from actual reality into delusional unknown. Yet again, he found himself amidst that world, so soothing and comforting to the soul.
“Had I really been wearing the wrong glasses all this while?” he contemplated. “Is there anything you want to share?” she inquired hoping to help a wandering soul. “No, I think these glasses don’t fit. Let’s try at some other store”.
She marched ahead; he followed her, waved goodbye to the shopkeeper with a sheepish grin. Just as they were coming out of the store, another couple was entering the store. He overheard their conversation about ‘finding a perfect fit of glasses’.
By now he had almost convinced himself, “We see what we want to see, glasses can only aid our vision, it won’t produce a different reality”. “Will you come with me or just stand there staring at them?” she called him.
In the hope to search for a perfect fit, they moved on to check out glasses at other stores.