From My Eyes to Yours

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic

On some days I am upset with the life I am living, on other days I remind myself to be grateful for the many things I take for granted.

From My Eyes to Yours

 

I would often take theroute from the bus stand to my house, which was a small market area that witnessed hustle and bustle.  Being a keen observer, I would take a note of people, closely. I wanted more from life but somehow never managed to seize moments and make them exceptional. This would be my escape from a tiring day; it would be very engaging and left me baffled on most occasions. The vendors would try all kinds of cries to attract customers, children would convince their parents to buy them sweets or toys, the meat vendor would persuade onlookers about the catch being fresh. Everything would fascinate me, so much so that at times I would stand still for a couple of minutes and watch. These are the simple things in life, simple things which can keep one captivated.

One day I stood there looking at a flower vendor, he sprinkled water on lilies and orchids –oh so pretty! A calf strayed away from its mother and tried to feed on a bunch of flowers, the infuriated vendor tried to shoo it away, while he was doing so, the mother cow chewed away a fresh bunch and carried a part of it away, only to reunite with her calf and feed it. The vendor stood there throwing curses at the duo, as they pleasantly mooed looking at him, as if trying to tease him.

I laughed merrily.  A small girl tapped me on my hand and asked me what time it was, still chuckling I told her the time and turned. She called out to me again and asked me what made me this giggly. I explained to her what had happened and she laughed as well, curiously asking for more details. I realised that she was visually impaired and would probably never be able to perceive things as well as I did, what hurt me more was the fact that she would never be able to enjoy the happiness derived upon seeing something. The girl was missing out on so much and it was unfair. The next day I stopped by the same spot where I had met the little girl, hoping to find her again. She was sitting there, curled up next to her mum, a vegetable seller. I went up to her and asked her if she would like to take a walk with me around the street, I proposed to tell her every bit of activity occurring around. As I held her hand and walked, I tried being her eyes for the day, narrating everything possible. She responded with equal enthusiasm. There were times when certain things couldn’t be communicated well but her never dying joy made up for it. When I was about to leave I swore to see her often, to which she replied “See you soon, I’ll tell my friends that angels are real” and this is how I found the extraordinary from my ordinary life.


Submitted: January 14, 2021

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