Dejected and despondent, Prabhu is lamenting in front of the mirror.

"Look at me, just look at me!" Prabhu cries. "I'm old, wrinkled, fat and ugly. Please, please, somebody ......anybody....... please say something positive!"

The clouds open.
Flowers fall.
A booming voice is heard in the sky:

"You've got great eyesight!"

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