“Aahh! They are burning a lot. I wish to just dip them in cold water until they calm down.”, he said to her as they sat in that wedding hall.
“Oh! Do they? Where did your ‘NUSTI AAG’ (only fire) paradox go now, huh? You wanted it Mr. Pyro!”, she replied seeming calm.
“Arey yaar! What kind of best friend you are? Here it feels like all these veins would just burst out. It feels like my EYES are some kind of volcano openings. Help me yaar! I wish I hadn’t had them.”, he was in pain.
“Shutup, Mr. Jwala Kutta, you don’t say such things because the one who doesn’t have them knows their true worth.”, she said.
“Just shut your Maheshwari speeches, and tell me what to do. I seriously wish I hadn’t had them. What the fuck do they want from me? Why are they burning?”, he was almost about to cry.
“Calm yourself re! Close your eyes and relax for sometime, they’ll be fine. HASHTAG NUSTA OVERACTING.” she smirked mocking him.
He did exactly as she suggested, “By the way, how would life actually be without eyes?”
“A lot better, at least right now, for you.” she laughed it off.
“Arey Retard! I’m asking seriously, like, what if we go blind?” he asked.
“Come on re. Who do you think you are? DAREDEVIL? RANI MUKHERJI MALE VERSION FROM BLACK? NOOO! Practically we need our eyes. In fact they are one of the most important part.” she said seeming all philosophical.
“Yeah! I’m neither one of them..”, he said dejected, “but I wish I was. Like, a blind man builds his own imagery. I seriously want to be blind. Just imagine, even you would become beautiful for me then” he laughed and continued, “I won’t know how one looks, how they dress, do they slouch or are they upright, their actions won’t affect me. NOTHING. Just HUMANS.”
“And what about the daily problems you will face? Do you think it’s easy to live without eyes?” she asked.
“Of course not. But it ain’t impossible na. Moreover, at least I won’t be able to see this sick world. The mean people. The attention grabbers. The backstabbers. The unnecessary HEROes. And all the social likewise.”, he said with an anger in his tone.
“Ohh wow! And don’t you hear them? Giving up your ears as well?”, she wanted to win.
“Yeah! I will hear them. But seeing them literally hurts my eyes. This pain right now might also be because of some of those retards!”, he exclaimed.
“Okay, understood. And what about your inner TRAVELLER, the most important thing to you?”, she skeptically asked.
“Jaani! Travel is for the soul, not for the eyes! I know I won’t be seeing the actual beauty, the actual world out there but I would be feeling it, painting it, filling my painting with my imagination. Remember child! Until the aroma of the air would fill my nostril and the chirping of birds would sooth my ears, eyes could be sacrificed and yet travelling could be done.”, he replied mocking a baba.
” Muh se toh tu bhikari lagta hai, fir thoughts ki itni ameeri kahase?(Your looks are like a beggar, then how come you have such rich thoughts) “, she asked as always trying to overpower him.
” Jaani! HUM HUM HAI, BAAKI SAB CHEENI KUM HAI!”, he enacted.
“Huh, Your eyes are fine now it seems?” she said, irritated with his overacting.
“Oh, Yeaass! Oh seriously they have! Oh look at that guy. No dressing sense, unnecessary BHAIwala walk. Oh and look at that overenthusiastic uncle, and that goggle-obsessed one, like why?….”
And they continued their jokes LOOKING at people….