How a Blurry Black Board Screwed My Vision.

When I was 14, chilling in 9th grade, life was pretty peaceful — school, friends, cycling around the streets like I owned the world. Then one random day, I noticed the blackboard was looking kinda blurry. Thought maybe the chalk was cheap or the teacher wrote like a ghost. I didn’t care. Just blinked it away and moved on. Classic me.

Then came this free eye checkup at school. I went in like, "Eh, why not." Boom — turns out I had power. Not the superhero kind. The -0.75 specs kind.

They handed me these round, soda-bottle glasses with a string — yeah, with a legit thread. It looked like something straight out of a cartoon nerd. I felt weird wearing it, especially around family. I wasn't ready to look like an awkward techie at 14, Its hella uneasy you know. . So I wore it only when absolutely necessary — like when I wore the specs, its like surprise tube light is flashed to the world.

I could survive without them — I mean, it's just -0.75, right? So when I “accidentally” lost the specs, I didn’t panic. But then came the headaches. Slowly at first… then it became a regular guest. Still, I didn’t tell my parents. Why? Because back then, I barely told them anything. Zero communication. Full-on mystery child mode.

Then one day, peak comedy moment — I was riding my cycle at around 8 PM. A friend called out to me from the road. I looked straight at him… and just kept riding. Couldn’t recognize him at all. Man was yelling, I was confused, and later got roasted for ignoring him. I laughed it off, but deep down, I knew my vision was literally playing games with me.

I somehow passed 9th grade like a squinting ninja. But during the summer holidays, while attending special classes for 10th, I’d had enough. I begged my parents to take me to the hospital.

Fast forward — I'm sitting in the eye clinic, palms sweaty, knees weak, heart doing EDM beats. The doctor checks my eyes and drops the bomb: “Your power’s now -3.”

BRO.

From 0.75 to -3? Just like that? My brain froze. But all I did was sit there quietly, and wondering . Specs for life? That wasn’t the plan.

And yet… here I am. Been wearing glasses for 10+ years now. It’s not so bad. They kinda grew on me. Now, it’s part of the story — my blurry beginning.