She has always loved wearing sunglasses …
As a teenager, she would watch her sisters tilt their faces toward the light, their lashes casting long shadows over eyes that shimmered with beauty. When she looked in the mirror, her own eyes seemed smaller, plainer, framed by short lashes. It stung her heart a little, like a tiny splinter she couldn’t quite pull out …
Over time, she began to reclaim them. She traced deep kajol along her lids, soft & dark, like ink drawing a doorway. Her eyes lookd wider, more alive. People began to say she looked striking, and for the first time, her eyes felt truly hers …
Then life changed. Grief came quietly, like water filling a low space. In her reflection, she noticed it, the sparkle that once danced in her eyes had turned gentler, dimmer, like smoke fading after a flame. Her eyes began to carry stories of long nights and silent endurance. She didn’t always want others to read them …
So she reached for her sunglasses. The cool plastic rested against her temples, the tinted lenses washed the world in sepia. It felt like drawing a curtain over a window. Behind them, she had privacy. No one could see the sadness flicker and ask, “Are you okay?” …
She’s learned something through this little ritual, and that is, sometimes covering up isn’t vanity; it’s survival. The layers we wear, sunglasses, kajol, even a careful smile, are small stitches tht hold us togther until we’re ready to heal …
Sometimes, she still wonders: what would it feel like to step into the light barefaced, to let her eyes tell their truth, and to trust the world not to look away?
Her eyes carry stories the world is not
yet ready to read
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Roksana Tales 
amazing how u turn a simple accessory – a protection tool – into a fascinating story. Shades do give us privacy from curious or prying eyes. — No one can tell if i’m lying or crying or sad or glad. — Yes, this covering of self has become a personal tip for me too. I wear as much as possible (considering my comfort, too) to avoid showing the me that needs to be not visible and that would be most of me. 🙂 — Mostly, I remain a recluse. No one sees me and therefore, I’m free to bare everything. 🙂
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That’s so beautifully said ….
I really relate to that sense of privacy behind the shades. It’s like they give us a space to just be without the world’s gaze ….
“No one can tell if i’m crying or sad or glad” – I felt your words! 🤍🤍
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I hadn’t really thought of sunglasses in this way, Roksana, but you’re right. They are like a mask. Covering the eyes, which are the windows to our true selves, hides us away from others. A very thoughtful post. 🙂
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Thank you, Richard! I’m glad the post made you see it in a new way ….
Have a great weekend! 🤍
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