As my
eyes burn with the pepper sprayed over its wet wound, I rethink. About my
equation with the minuscule micro organisms which crawled over it once. I am
blinded now. But the wound still hurts. I cannot see my own wound though. It is
funny.
How did
the pepper after all reach my eyes? Nobody blew the fan. Or that’s what I
believe. I am a neoteric blind. I am still getting used to it. My blindness I
mean. I do not hear far flunked sounds, yet. Who made good films last in
Germany? The Golem was the last I saw.
Coming back to my blindness, the situation is funny. I sleep with my eyes wide open. And feel the peace which darkness used to give me when I could still see, all the time now. The lampshades have become antiques. The electricity bill I pay is only for the music system, the blender and the desert cooler that I possess in the name of electrical goods, or probably a couple of more which do not really require eye handling. I have finally managed to learn to fill water without anyone else’s help into the cooler. I still cannot figure out where the mouse is going on my personal computer. Hence that has almost become obsolete for me. I spend my time learning braille and listening to “Hey! Mr. Tambourine man play a song for me…I am not sleepy and there’s no place I am not going to.”
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