If you have ever met me in person, you would have known I possess a pair of blue eye-balls. Yeah, you’re right – that’s the rarest (well, I am an Indian) and beautiful gift from God when I took birth. People say that my eyes were two pieces of magnet: they were able to capture the attention of every single person. Often I used to wonder why God chose only me to give this special gift. Possibly this question lingered in others’ minds too. That’s why I was always pointed out to be lucky one. During my childhood, I enjoyed this as compliment. Over the years, these compliments: “Wow, nice pair of eyes”, “Lucky girl, you’ve majestic eyes”, “All boys in this world will fall for you, charming lady” etc. gradually faded their charm. I simply brushed them off silently.
But things went out of hand when I became the highest scorer in the high school examination. One of my male classmates said, “Don’t you think these days teachers distribute marks based on their faces, eyes and what not!” I was furious as hell.Not only did he made bad remarks on the teachers but also me! “So, you feel that. You can’t see the hard work behind the results and so you make idiotic comments to hurt others. Just don’t dare to talk with me ever again.”
My sweet best friend, Tina did not say a word while the whole incident was going on. I was ashamed and badly hurt at the same time. Had my family not taught me how to be a good girl, I would have surely taught my male classmate a better lesson.
Later I asked Tina, “Why were you silent that time? Didn’t you feel insulted?”
“I did. But I couldn’t speak. Not because of that idiotic fellow but because of your eyes. They were ignited with anger. I have always seen your blue, magnetic eyes attracting the opposite gender. They adorned you even when you were in the monotonous school uniform. But this time, they were your shields, protecting your dignity. God has given you the most powerful gift, Damayanti – your blue eyes can even burn a person alive. I am sure he won’t dare to insult you in future.”
I was dumbstruck. I never knew such a thing: the most beautiful jewelry of my mortal body had another facet too – the magnetic blue eyes were actually inflammable! They no longer embellished my body only but my inner soul too. A new thought dawned in my feminine mind: God did not give me two pieces of blue magnets but had gifted me a pair of potential weapons to save myself from unwanted situations. Thank you, the great Almighty!
This ‘partly fictional and partly real’ story is written based on the Daily Prompt – “Magnet”.
Well written Maitrayee!!!
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Thank you 🙂
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Love the fusion of Fiction and Non-Fiction!
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Thank you 🙂 Do visit the Archives for the other stories as well. Happy reading and happy blogging!
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Your truth and fiction inspired me, watch out for a pingback. 🙂
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You wrote chemistry to be my plight but it isn’t. It’s my passion and love.
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oops, racing along I was, please, my apology. I would, (but only since you pointed out my error), of liked to of changed it for passion, but each stanza is governed by a 5,7.5, syllable count. So, gaol only being only 1 syllable long fit nicely, passion being 2. Gaol being a synonym of passion 🙂
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You may use anything, passion or goal, except plight! 🙂
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I had the plight of the human race in mind, was those blue eyes that distracted me. Seriously though, I was racing along with the inspiration, really sorry.
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It’s okay and fine, Mick. You don’t need to apologize so much. I understand!
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Bless, thank you!
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Wonderful poem, Mick. I never knew a partly fictional and partly real story could be so inspiring that it will give birth to such a lovely poem. Thank you so much, Mick. 🙂
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My pleasure,
You also evoked this from 1959 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=voEMDg0GBAo
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You’re mistaken, Mick. I didn’t evoke the concept of blue eyes from this song. It was purely coincidental. The blue eyes about which I have written was my imagination as this is the first time I am hearing this song.
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No. it evoked the memory of the song for me, I can even remember dancing to it. I did think you would of heard before. Hope you enjoyed it.
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Yeah, I did enjoy it now. Thanks for sharing this beautiful song 🙂
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🙂
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This is beautiful ❤
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Thank you so much. 🙂 🙂
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Amazingly written!👌👌
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Thank you 🙂
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Nice work. God has given us a gift in different forms.
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Thank you 🙂
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Well, wow. Never thought I’d see a piece of work like this where a feisty soul’s anger is ignited, and is personified and exhibited through their eyes. Nicely written.
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Thank you so much for this lovely comment and sweet appreciation. 🙂
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