What do you think in the blind world does the words red and yellow mean!? Will it mean the feel of roses or the dimples of a lemon? The apples we eat or the honey that flows?

 What must light feel in the world of no light except for the warmth of the midday sun! And, Oh dear, the rainbow that is limited to the seven colors of the visual spectra in a perfect bow must seem to expand its boundaries [as it scientifically does!] beyond the wavelengths eyes can perceive. 

Have you ever wondered the meaning life gets with the blessing of vision? If we close our eyes consciously, we'll deal with a great amount of flight of thoughts and we'll end planning our whole lives out in a few moments of solitude. We'd like to call a few minutes of mindful darkness as meditation. Have you wondered how it would be for people with the lifetime worth of ‘meditation’ which not a choice but the fate? 

I'm not here to dethrone the privilege of vision, but to just make a tiny effort to make you pop into one of their shoes and maybe just wonder! How overwhelming will it be if unto you a child is born but you would give up the whole world just to be able to see the child suckling, tumbling over his tiny toes and  grow up into this world you were always blind to!? It's an emotion beyond imagination and no amount of words put into place can do justice to it. So let us leave that there and let it be.

On another thought… Let us try a deeper dive into the notion of colors. The most superficial, yet the most spectacular! A dive into the world  of things that doesn't really matter yet still does! Colors are nothing but the wavelengths of light our eyes perceive with the difference in its absorption on various surfaces. And does it really matter? Hmm.. to think of it, you would want to impress a young lady with a bunch of beautiful red roses and not the pale ones; and you'd spend hours choosing the shade of lipstick to go with the pastel dress you chose last week. So yes, it matters. But should it matter more than life itself? Can you see where I'm getting at!? Yes? Yes! When you start judging anything and everything by its colors! Humans included!!! White for angels, black for the devil and the skin shade amongst the sketch pens is obviously the light shade of ivory. The concept of differentiation based on skin color is dug deep into us right through childhood. The visually impaired doesn't get to see this 'superficial'ness but what they seek is beyond the skin and its color. Blind, yet not!!!

This is an abstract I came across by Aiswarya Subramonian

“So what about the other kid?”

I asked my li'l blind girl.

“Blue” came the reply.

The blue crayon merged into the paper.

The adjacent kids were colored too

One yellow, the other Green and even Orange

But how honey, can we color people so?

For the world gives only two colors- Black and white

No in between, no yellow, no green.

But dividing them as white or black

was nothing oh, but fine.

It was as if God sprayed only these two colors

on His most magnificent creations.

Let the lil' kid's world be colorful at least;

For she was blessed with ignorance

From the atrocities of the world.

She had the innocence on her

A colorful imagination, on a black sight

When people saw each other in black or white

She saw them in colors.

While God's palette was out of stock

of  only black and white colors

My girl's palette was running out of every color  

Got my point?

So, to those who patiently read up to this point, having images put up after every few lines may have been more than just annoying. But it is a simple reminder that there are many who cannot take in the sight. So while you can, enjoy the sight. After all, tomorrow is not promised to anyone.