What Color Do I Paint?

  While  returning  from the office  I have my company bus  to drop me home and I feel lucky and   blessed  because I don’t  have to face the hassles of the local trains which the common man in Mumbai has to go through   while  travelling  to their workplace and then back home. My bus drops me  near the east west  connecting bridge and the only hassle that I have to face is to cross the over  crowded bridge pushing and punching the pervert man, people who are always in a hurry and some who never want to reach home and just use the bridge to loiter around or coochie-coo with their partners. By the time I reach the western end of the bridge I am a sight to see,hair all messed up, my specks in  a balancing mode , my bag hanging precariously on one of my shoulders Once I cross the swarm of people   I heave a sigh of relief to find myself alive and that I haven’t been a victim of stampede.

One day as usual I wrestled my way out to find a lady sitting on the bridge with a   baby on her lap. Nothing seemed unusual about her and I thought she’s one among the beggars who   just want to earn their livelihood   by begging and by doing nothing else. As days passed by,I found out that the lady was blind. I find her sitting there at the same place daily. I see at times the baby crying and she feeding the baby. I   don’t know how she reaches the bridge who helps her or how does she take care of the child. How  she manages her little world is still a big question,a mystery to many of us born with eyesight. Seeing her I have often pondered what is it to be blind. What do they see? What colors she could see? What color the sky would appear to her???I wondered whether she had seen her child,whether she had seen the father of the child. 

Thinking of her or rather passing by her daily reminds me of several other visually impaired people   who see no color in life except black and white.How hapless is it to be appended to the stick,to be dependent on people to move ,eat  ,sleep ,live etc….

Of all the senses, sight must be the most delightful.

-Helen Keller

And we all do agree to what Hellen Keller has said . Eyes are one of the best creations by God and both, who have it and the ones who don’t have it know the worth of it. I often wonder What color do I Paint their lives with??? I want to fill in those colors in their lives which the privileged one’s enjoy. I want them to enjoy the canvas called as life and the various colors splattered on it. I managed to pen down a few lines just to share the plight of visually impaired people, on what things they miss and why their life is colorless or plainly black and white..

I look here and there

And into the void I just stare.

Day and nights pass by

But I cant see what changes in the sky

Birds chirp around

All i can hear is their sound

The rising and setting of the sun

Oh!I can see them none.

Quiescent water deep of lake

That i can't see it ,makes my heart ache

Can feel the  pleasure and pain

But how do I see the beauty of rain?

People around me donot have a face

Even though i can feel their warm embrace

I can feel love, make love, and be with my love

But then would I never know what is my love?

I may get my charming prince

Handsome he would be,to my heart i convince.

To a child I can be a mother

Hows the face of my child i would always bother

Of all the senses sight is the delightful

Because eyes are the ones that makes the life colorful

I wonder how it would be

If i had the eyes that could see

I aint sure would it worthy to be(not blind)

But i just wished I could see!! i could see

-Chitra

As mentioned in the above poem a visually impaired person misses out on almost all the important aspects of life. A single day if I forget wearing my specks I end up creating a mess.I end up bumping into people ,I end up doing things wrong.I wonder how they manage to live without those  natural specks.

 I wish to color the life of every blind person so that they too can see the rose red in color, sky in its cool blue color, a rainbow which is a union of colors. For them every other thing would be the same either in black or in white. I wish to add the colors to their imagination. I wish to color their life with the paint of love so that every visually impaired person could get the opportunity to see the prince/princess of their   dreams. What life it is if a mother cannot see her own creation ,her own baby. I wish to color their life’s with the unique and most mesmerizing color of parenthood. I wish them the color of beautiful dawn and dusk in their life. 

Just try blindfolding yourself and staying the same way the whole day and try doing things.Y es!! helpless is the word…So through this article I need to pass on the message  “Donate Your  Eyes  “  so that after you, someone lives through your eyes and sees the wonderful world through your eyes

Let’s make someone’s life colorful  today and give them a better tomorrow.

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