The spectacled

It was the 25th anniversary of my spectacle.spectacles had become a part of my life from my first standard.A small flashback for my bondage with my spectacle.My first spectacle had a life angle to it,the day when I was spectacled ,I did not have a father making money,I was rather a satyajit rey film boy,our family comprised of four and my father was a servant at a hotel.The first spectacle was not a costly glass,but was a thick,powerful glass, in short a ruthless glass made from real grinded glasses.My spectacle did give an identity to me ,people seeing an odd child wearing spectacles.The glasses did not have the fame (sorry) frame which they should have had.The frame was a mica made one weak to hold the glasses.The frame literally and practically was not able to do the heavyweight act. My uncle noticed the problem and
he tied the end of the frames with a twaine around the pinna.The frame stood at its correct point but the pain I faced was mouthshut.The spectacle was made in just two days for which I was granted the permission to take leave.After that,I became the centre of attraction for most in my city.But I had a complex in the inn of my heart"why should I have a spectacle in a spectacless class".This turned as an outrageous effect,whenever my co-students made fun of me I never used to stay calm,but whatever came in my hand was my hit at them.But I had a strong weapon for all of other activities,I was witty.My flashback did calm down today on my 25th anniversary of a spectacled day.