Evening was falling in Chandanpur village. The last light of the sun, hidden in the paddy field, was touching the clouds in the western sky. Palm trees were casting shadows along the dirt road of the village, and the palm leaves were rustling in the light breeze. At that time, Ramesh came out and pushed the door of his house. He is in his early fifties, his hair has turned white long ago. His eyes were sharp, but the sight of those eyes seemed to be fading for some time.
Ramesh had a dream since childhood. He had heard that one of their ancestors had a special power. His right eye was shining like gold. Those who looked into those eyes, their desires would be fulfilled. He thinks of the story he heard from Ramesh's grandfather. He always wondered what he could do if he had that golden eye!
One day, with great difficulty, Ramesh found a dusty manuscript from an old bookstore. Written in that manuscript was a mysterious mantra, which if recited would grant one golden eyes. But reciting mantras required complete concentration and deep meditation. Ramesh decided, he will do it.
Evening passed and night came. Ramesh sat in his room and started reciting mantras. Only one lamp was burning in the dark room. As the mantra sounded, the air grew heavy around Ramesh, and the lamp's light began to dim. Suddenly, a powerful light entered his right eye, and Ramesh realized that the spell had worked. He opened his eyes and looked in the mirror, and indeed, his right eye had become as bright as gold.
At first Ramesh was overjoyed. His dream has been fulfilled, which was the aim of his life so far. He thought, now he can do whatever he wants in his life. Whatever he looks at, he will get it.
But what happened next, Ramesh never imagined. Whenever he tried to ask for something with his golden eye, his mind was filled with fear of the unknown. He realized that his human qualities started to disappear with every wish fulfilled. The love and compassion that had kept him alive for so long began to disappear one by one. His golden eyes made her all the more greedy.
A month has passed. Ramesh got tired of experimenting with his new eye power. He got what he wanted, but he couldn't be happier. He is no longer able to talk normally with other people, unable to feel solidarity with them. He realized that the fight to get the golden eye of his life was wrong. What these eyes gave him, couldn't make him happy in the end.
One night, the spirit of his dead grandfather appeared before Ramesh. Dadu said, "Ramesh, you have used the power of that mantra, but you don't know what it's worth? The golden eye erases all the goodness in a person, and finally drives him into loneliness. If you want to get rid of this curse, you These eyes must be given up. But remember, you have to pay the price of the sacrifice."
Ramesh shed tears and said, "Dad, I want to give up this eye. Give me back my previous life."
Dadu smiled and said, "Whatever happens, is the result of your will."
Ramesh knew that giving up the eye meant losing his will, his strength and everything he had gained. But he decided now, at any cost, he will get back to normal life.
When he woke up in the morning, Ramesh realized that his right eye had returned to normal. But at the same time he has lost everything—but his mind is now at peace again. Greed and pride have been removed from his mind, and he is able to converse easily with the villagers again.
Ramesh realized that the real meaning of life is not in fulfillment of desires, but in humanity. He has given up the illusion of golden eyes, but regained the golden value of life.
Evening falls again in the village of Chandanpur, and the old peace returns to Ramesh's mind. He smiles to himself with the joy of finding the true color of life.