What could be done? The ill-mannered man was indeed intelligent. A simple attempt to scare him would not suffice. Ha – it would merely provoke him additionally! No, I needed to do something – something worse. Something that would pluck his heartstring and stain his soul. If there is one thing I learned in the army, it is that man does not easily fear that which does not strike his soul. Ah yes, his soul. It needed some shrieking indeed. What would penetrate his soul for him to realise the fool he has become? What would set straight this twisted man?
I deliberated for many days and avoided his eye as I wanted his first impression of me to slice him. It so happened that as I was walking to the market place one fine day – and a fine day it was – I happened to come across an hawker selling glass eyes. They were so real that if not for the added sparkle anyone would have mistaken them for an ordinary eye. But one eye held my focus. It was a blue glass eye enveloped with a thin film. It indeed pierced me as though it were the eye of a menace… Of a vulture! I wanted him to tremble at the sight my demonic eye. Oh yes, that was it! I bought the eye for ten pence, an undeniably true profit!
I placed the eye in the vacant hole on my face and proceeded back to the tenements. The bystanders screeched with dread and terror upon my gaze when I would choose to fix it on them. I could not help contain the satisfaction I received in the success of my eye’s performance on the first hour! Oh, how marvellous it felt! You see, this was not mad as many thought it to be. I was seeking justice and was soaring with fulfilment that my search had come to an end. What was so mad in that?
Kaushik Konfigured 