The pub was a bustling symphony of Saturday night chaos. Laughter echoed off the walls, glasses clinked, and the murmur of countless conversations created a lively buzz. It was a beautiful, immersive experience. My friends and I had found our regular table at The JukeBox, and I was completely engrossed in our conversation.
The next day, a phone call from a friend named Vasu shattered the morning’s peace. He sounded angry, and frankly, a little unhinged. He was talking about a pub, about seeing me, about waving at me, and about me ignoring him. I was completely bewildered. "Vasu, I was at a pub last night," I admitted, "but what are you talking about? I didn't know you were there." My words were true; I hadn't been aware of his presence. But he wasn’t having it. "You saw me!" he insisted, his voice rising. He started describing my jacket, my haircut, and even my posture. He called me an "ignorant pig." With every detail he gave, my confusion grew. Why was he so angry? Why was he convinced I had seen him?
I tried to explain that I had no idea he was there, but he was too angry to listen. "We've known each other for 15 years, and you just ignored me!" he shouted. He was hurt and his accusations were completely misplaced. I tried to calm him down, "I know, I remember, but you don't understand that times have changed." It was then that the conversation became too painful to continue, and I knew I had to tell him. It was a hard truth to share, one that I didn't feel was necessary to broadcast to everyone I knew, but it was the only way to make him understand.
"Vasu," I finally said, the words heavy on my tongue, "I can't see you anymore." Vasu retorted, "Yeah I kind of figured that out already, you were totally cold towards my wave, you ignorant pig!" I was quiet for a moment. Then I said, "You don't understand, it's not like that. It's just that... just that... I have become blind." There was a pause, a moment of silence that felt like an eternity. The anger in his voice faded into confusion and then into a soft, apologetic tone. It was my turn to explain, to tell him what had happened, and that’s when he was the one apologizing for his ignorance. The problem wasn't my attitude or my ego; it was a simple misunderstanding, a miscommunication rooted in a difference of perception. In the end, I had to disclose my blindness to Vasu to make him understand.
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I tried to explain that I had no idea he was there, but he was too angry to listen. "We've known each other for 15 years, and you just ignored me!" he shouted. He was hurt and his accusations were completely misplaced. I tried to calm him down, "I know, I remember, but you don't understand that times have changed." It was then that the conversation became too painful to continue, and I knew I had to tell him. It was a hard truth to share, one that I didn't feel was necessary to broadcast to everyone I knew, but it was the only way to make him understand.
"Vasu," I finally said, the words heavy on my tongue, "I can't see you anymore." Vasu retorted, "Yeah I kind of figured that out already, you were totally cold towards my wave, you ignorant pig!" I was quiet for a moment. Then I said, "You don't understand, it's not like that. It's just that... just that... I have become blind." There was a pause, a moment of silence that felt like an eternity. The anger in his voice faded into confusion and then into a soft, apologetic tone. It was my turn to explain, to tell him what had happened, and that’s when he was the one apologizing for his ignorance. The problem wasn't my attitude or my ego; it was a simple misunderstanding, a miscommunication rooted in a difference of perception. In the end, I had to disclose my blindness to Vasu to make him understand.
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