'Love is Blind' Darkness with her was solitude. Darkness without her was loneliness. I picked up the scent of every desire and dream along the highway and street. I met strangers, made love under stars and in the alleys, and learnt to string a chord in every land. I gauged traditions and grasped cuisines, devoured picturesque scenes of unearthly grandeur and danced in the shade of the wooden homes by the jungle. I raced the extinct and rode upon the exquisite. I cheerfully wept by the river bank, and trampolined on the shore to beat the wave's exuberance. As a blind man, it was tough to see through the monotony of the darkness. But every evening, she came to my balcony. And in the breeze that rolled by, I could imagine her tresses cheerfully dancing on her animated being. For when she described these adventures, I lived it off her words. As she sat there holding my hands, I could feel the varied rush of heart beats bringing alive, every experience she weaved. I know not if I blushed, when she daily concluded whispering, ‘See you tomorrow.’ She laughed a harmless chuckle as she rose to leave, arousing a million prayers of yearning for that one gaze of her beautiful soul.
