Nani keeps losing her glasses. 

"Where did I keep them?" she always asks. Without her glasses, she cannot find her glasses. 

So she needs me. To be her eyes, to find her own eyes!

Sometimes her spectacles are in the bathroom. Or on her bed. Or on her head. “Nani, ” I say, “they are on your head!”

“Of course! How silly of me. Thank you, Richa dear,” she says with a giggle.

This time, though, I cannot find Nani’s glasses. Not yet.

I have looked everywhere. In all the usual places. On her head, in the bathroom, inside her cupboard, and on the puja shelf. I have looked under her favourite chair and on the dining table.

Nothing. No glasses. Where could they be?