The Unseen

I have been reading braille since I was eleven. Being blind since birth is alright. You do not know how the world looked. You never saw how blue the sky was or how your mother smiled at your achievements, how beautiful the flowers looked in spring or how a person in love with you looks at you.

A person blind from birth does know these. Thus he is saved.

Alas, that was not my case. My eyesight was taken away from me. My eyesight became weaker and weaker until the day I woke up to find the world to be absolutely black.

Now I am seventy four, living in a house all alone.

Darkness. Everywhere.

Some people are destined to be born alone and die alone. In this unforgiving darkness, I had no true companion other than my thoughts.

I laid on my bed, not a sound, not a word, not a single colour to brighten my day. My eyes were open but I saw no colour. Just another morning of loneliness. Just another monotonous day. Unless...

Unless today was the day Death saved me from my excruciating pain of life.

‘Please let that day be today.’ I whispered to myself breaking the silence.

‘I want to see the light. I want to see the light of life and death. I want to see...’

And my wish was fulfilled.