The Blind Walk

For a blindfolded man, everything around was just an unclear picture. The sounds were just clues that pointed to a sight that may or may not match his interpretation. The only rule was to keep moving, with only the belief glowing brightly despite the pitch black impressions in sight.

The days were about the tiring walks, with the blazing sun shaking the will to move on, making the blind uncertainty look very severe and hard hitting. The nights consoled with the breeze tenderly touching the face, and just like that, the blind man smiled.

The hope of finding sight, was always kept in secrecy, protected from the day to day struggles.

One night, hope showed itself, by replicating itself in reality. The silent prayer was answered. And just like that, a certain beautiful lady had bumped into the blind man finally. She had opened his blindfold, and finally it was all so clear. The days of darkness were now making sense, by this much needed conclusion.

With the attainment of this beautiful sight, a life was brought back to life.