Thick frame, thin glasses, an old spectacles, a keep sake, a rarest inheritance from my dearest dad. Crises, tensions, frustrations… Struggles, triumphs, delights… Life had left its imprints on my dad’s spectacles. It betrayed him never; guided him always. It was a mate of his eyes; nothing could part them except an attack on heart. Once he saw me, now I see him - all through the same spectacles, black and white.