Drishti walked  into the Happy Home and said ‘Hi’ to the whole class, she used to come to Happy Home to tell the stories of hope and happiness to its little and intelligent children. She loved them all and wondered often is she the one who is teaching them or  was it she who often learned  from them what is hope! She always had this inner desire to be with these kids, to do something for them which added some value in their lives. No matter how busy she was, she made it a point to be with them twice a week. Her successful professional life never gave her feeling of satiety, she got that when she visited Happy Home.

It was just another day and she was talking about life to the kids. The specific topic was about the life of a fish. She had been researching on fish for one of her friend’s daughter. She took the pot aquarium in her hands  and she asked Mohit to touch the fish, he had a big smile on his face, he just felt life with his hands. Other kids were shouting , we too…we too.  But before Drishti could take it further, the aquarium slipped  and small fishes were seen struggling on the floor. Mohit, the seven year old was anxious what happened as he heard the crash. Drishti replied  ‘sorry kids, I broke the aquarium’ . She picked the fishes wriggling in pain and put them in a utensil filled with water. But Shazia, another kid wanted to know more, she didn’t understand much, Drishti brought the utensil and then held her hand and dipped into the utensil, she felt the fish and felt strange it was moving….no one could explain the feeling of what one could not see but just feel. All the kids of happy home were blind. They knew nothing of colours and it was so difficult to make them understand what is what, what is how, what is where and what is why. But these kids were too intelligent, if God had taken away one sense from them , he had bestowed them with other stronger senses. And one thing was so much better in them then the outer world, they empathised with each other, they understood their limitations and worked on their strength, they encouraged each member of the home, felt elated at their success and were always together.

 It was irony, her name was Drishti and she was in the company of blind kids, how much she wished to be their eyesight, their  ‘Drishti’ for a minute. She realised how weak was her vocabulary when it came to explaining the small things to these kids who didn’t understand how it feels to see the sun rising. They knew everything about how this world is,  that the sun rises and sets , there is a moon . But she  often wondered how did they understood and visualise with their blind eyes how the sun looks when it rises or sets or how she looked to them when they spoke to her. Is it possible to live only with the colour black without even knowing that it was black. They knew the world in theory but was it practical enough to experience the life completely. Drishti’s own eyesight on this question was blind!!!