A WRONG DECISION
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A WRONG DECISION
PART 1
There is a city named Ahmedabad. One couple lives there. A boy was born in their house, but everyone was very sad,
because the boy was blind. The couple asked the doctor about the solution to this problem, and the doctor said that they would have to do an operation. But there was a problem — the operation could be done only after the boy completed 18 years. The couple were happy at first, but they became worried the next second when the doctor told them that the success rate of the operation was only 50%
They went home with all hope lost. They decided not to worry about the future for now and focused on the boy.
The boy was named Rishabh. In spite of his blindness, he was very intelligent in studies. He also loved to play the piano. He played it very well. As there is a saying:“If God takes one thing from you, He gives you another.”
Years passed. He cleared his boards with flying colours. After the boards were over, the parents remembered the operation. They first decided not to go for it because of the condition the doctor had mentioned earlier, but when they talked about it with Rishabh, he agreed.
They went to meet the doctor.
After some discussion, they decided to proceed with the operation. The next day, the operation started.
After 3 hour the doctor came out of the operation theater and told his parents that the operation was successful.
The parents were very happy and thanked the god.
Rishabh said he could see clearly.
But clarity did not bring peace.
He started describing things no one else noticed — people standing silently in corners, shadows that did not move with light, faces that disappeared when looked at directly. When asked, he never sounded scared. Only confused.
Doctors explained it as trauma. Sudden exposure to vision. The brain adjusting to reality after years of darkness. They called it psychological overload.
Rishabh listened quietly.
One evening, his mother asked him softly, “What do you see now?”
He looked straight ahead and replied ,“Everything.”
The doctor later confirmed his eyesight was perfect. There were no hallucinations, no medical complications. According to reports, the operation was a success.
Yet Rishabh slowly stopped talking. He avoided mirrors. He kept his eyes open even in darkness, as if afraid of missing something.
Sometimes, he smiled at empty spaces.
Sometimes, he closed his eyes for long minutes and whispered words no one understood.
Was it trauma? Was it imagination? Or did the operation open something that should have remained closed?
No one knew.
Rishabh could see now.
But no one knew what he was seeing.
