Life is all about cherishing old memories.Memories that lies hidden inside the deepest abyss of our brain but these memories are nothing but the manifestation of our daily incidents that we capture through our eyes.Yes "eyes", the greatest gift of god is the window to the world we see around...But what about a room where there are no windows open?A room which can hear the busy happenings of the outside world but can't see them.It can only link the outside world with the objects kept inside it - something to treasure , objects that belongs only to it and no one else. Eventually it loses all the lustre and brightness when the windows were open...
I hope the readers can get a hint of what i mean by the above words. The room symbolizes the 'blind' and we people can do nothing except sympathize for them.Pardon me if i say anything wrong.Or can we do anything for them?
I have been to a blind school which resides in our locality. It was on Christmas eve.As i stepped inside the premises my eyes were fascinated by the decorations - beautiful work of art made of simple earthy things like paper,etc. I started walking in the garden and i could see other passers-by who were also gazing.A few minutes walk drew me closer to the small artificial house depicting the birth of Jesus.I saw a small girl folding her hands as if she was saying a prayer. I told her that the people who decorated everything , the people who made the evening more shining which can even shadow the brightness of the day are the people whom we call 'blind' are actually the people who really opens our 'blind' eyes. Yes,they are the people who can do so many things without eyes and people like us have eyes but we don't care to do things that we ought to do. And then i asked the girl whether she can spot how many shepherds were around baby Jesus. She turned back to me and told me she couldn't see,she is blind.
I stood still for a moment, i can't really tell how long i stood still but the tears were not still,it came out silently as if it carries the witness of such harsh reality of life...
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