I stood by the window watching the rain pour down…always mesmerized by the sound and smell of the rain.
“What are you looking at?” Lucy asked from somewhere behind me, she was reading a book.
“It is so beautiful down there on the street. So many people, oblivious to the rain, going on about with their daily chores, the downpour cannot keep them indoors. It is a variety of umbrellas, rainbow of colors…seems as if the colors are floating down the streets. I feel like flying off with the gust of wind, floating in the air, my hair wet with rain and blowing, the coolness sending a shiver down my spine…” Lucy was listening with rapt attention. All of a sudden, I felt guilty. I went to her, held her hand, “I am sorry Lucy, I did not realize…”; my voice trailing away as she silenced me by putting a finger on my lips.
“You know Liz, we can look into your heart. We are blessed with this unique gift which you ‘sighted’ people can seldom see.”
I couldn’t agree less!
Hello Janu.
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A sweet tale indeed, but you took me by surprise with the ending though.
Nicely expressed.
Thanks for sharing.
Touching moment and story. The twist at the end was one I did not see coming at all!
ReplyDeleteBeautifully done!
Blessings!
You kept me gripped till the end...a very sensitively written post..Good work Janu.
ReplyDeleteI had a blind friend who kept asking for explanations for things having to do with sight, like the way people react to color or motion. He kept asking, but never really wanted to know.
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Very nice story with a good twist ending. Well done!
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smiles...and hugs to everyone.
ReplyDeleteyes, look into hearts,
ReplyDeletewe find treasures.
love the insights, amazing story.
This is simply great! A poem of empathy!
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Very nice. I felt like I was standing by the window looking down on a street full of floating color. Be blessed.
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