The Blind Man(Len Daniels) The Blind Man

Every morning, when the golden rays of the warm sun fell upon me, I never failed to see the small blind man making his way to our post office. His steps were usually slow but deliberate. He was always sure of the path and his ears never missed a sound.
I shudder to think that he has never seen the awe-inspiring colours of the new rainbow. I often wonder what it would be like to live in the eternal darkness like him.
If I were blind like him, I wouldn't be able to appreciate the early bird in the blue sky or the fresh dew on the young green grass. Only the sound that enters in my ears alone would be the clue to my surroundings. It would be impossible to think that I wouldn't know the difference in the colour of white milk and red blood.
In my faded world, there would be no difference between black people and white people. I would not be aware of the rich or the poor. I would be shut away from seeing the sick and the sufferings of people. I would not know how a baby smiles or a child cries.
To me, a person's voice would be the acknowledgement to their identity. All the objects will be known to me only by touch and it would be of my own imagination. I would not be able to see the difference of day and night.
Though I would be able to write and read using Braille, the real alphabets will never be known to me. I would be able to lead a normal life but it would take time to learn.
The world, the people, the animals and even the plants will always remain a mystery to me. I would not even know what I look like.
The darkness would be a handicap in my entire life and make me ever thankful that I do have the vision to appreciate all these things.
So every time I see a blind person, I wonder how he or she is able to live in a world where colours don't exist.

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