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of bird almost everyday?” he continued, “Today, there is
a beautiful bird that is blue in colour with a dashing mix
of red and orange!”
I was taken aback, but began imagining this bird
that I could not see, conjuring several of its forms with
the colour combination I was told. “It must be strikingly
beautiful!” I remarked, with a sense of satisfaction.
“Indeed”, came the reply as the mystery stranger
continued to explain the wonderful sight, leading me to
perceive it through his eyes. I was overjoyed and let my
imagination run wild, and time flew, as I sat there with this
new friend of mine. I was habituated to this process and
we began meeting at Nandanvan on a daily basis, while
he would explain the picturesque scenery, I envisaged
his description through my inner sight. In the month
that I had gotten to know him, he had managed to bring
me out of my gloom, showing me, that life transcended
one’s drawbacks.
The donor eye is now ready, Mr. Anuj, we can have
the surgery tomorrow, please get yourself checked
into the hospital in the morning” the doctor said over
the phone. My joy knew no bounds and I narrated the
news to my friend at the sanctuary who jumped with
excitement, wishing me the very best. The surgery was a
success and I was told to rest for a few days, exercising
restraint on the amount of strain I put my eyes through.
I knew what I wanted to do once I was allowed to leave
the hospital and when the time arrived, I rushed to the
sanctuary in search of my friend. As I walked into the
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sanctuary I was shocked to notice a parched lake bed.
There was no water, no birds, and no scenic beauty. I
let out a gasp as I came to terms with reality. “There was
no way that so much could happen over a few days!” I
thought to myself. “Sir! Why is the lake bed parched?” I
asked a worker there, “It’s been under maintenance for
a long time sir”, came the reply. In a state of stupor, I
treaded towards the bench, for it was the only one in the
location. Seated in the bench was a man with a walking
stick, black glasses on his eyes. I walked towards him
and asked if anybody had passed by the bench. “How
would I know? Can’t you see I’m blind?” came a jovial
reply, in a voice I instantly recognised. “My friend”, I
said as the truth dawned upon me. He smiled, having
recognised my voice as well as he asked, “Great view,
isn’t it?”
“Indeed”, I replied with a smile as I began describing
him, the same scenic beauty he had shown me. I had
come to know that a blind man who sees is better than a
sighted man who sees, yet, is blind.
2nd Prize winning Short Story in KNSS Talent
Search 2016 Short Story writing competition
(Group D)
Around The
Courtyard
Nila Madhavan,
Jayamahal
In the distance the beating of the temple drums
reached a crescendo, Appu slowly walked down to the
temple pond wiping the coloured streaks of sweat gliding
down the sides of his handsome face. He was a dedicated
“kathakali” artist of fame and was returning from another
breath taking performance. Years of perseverance and
reverence for the art had made him a perfectionist in
every aspect of his existence. As the swaying coconut
trees soothed his aching limbs and his anguished mind,
Appu lay down on his stomach on the damp sand gazing
down at the reflection of his face- a mixture of green,
white and vermillion. Beads of coloured sweat trickled
into the water causing a series of ripples which gently
faded, like the years of growing up had faded away and
the thought of his Malu remained deeply etched in his
very being.
Malavika, endearingly called Malu loved chasing
dragon flies across the fields. Her jet black hair neatly
oiled and braided, swayed to and fro as she leapt to catch
one with rainbow tinted wings. Her broad forehead had
a crimson dot with the customary sandal paste above.
Wisps of curly hair hung over the right side of her face,
she never combed it away! A tiny nose stud adorned her
almost perfect nose and her cheeks lit up with dimples
when she smiled. There was an aura of mischief and
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