Life is all about HOPE, FAITH and "LOVE"

Life is all about HOPE, FAITH and "LOVE"

A Short Story memorized when traveling yesterday from Home to Gurgaon.

The passengers on the bus watched sympathetically and carefully as that attractive young woman with the white walking stick made her way carefully up the steps. She paid the driver for ticket and using her hands, she try to find and to feel the location of the seats, walked down the passage area and found the seat he’d told her was empty, she settled down on the seat, placed her briefcase on her lap and rested her walking stick against her leg.

It had been more than a year since Maya, 34, became blind. Due to a medical misdiagnoses she had been losing her sight slowly as the days passed and one day she became sightless and was suddenly thrown into a world of darkness, anger, frustration and self-pity. And all she had is now a total dependency on her husband, Hardik. after losing her sight she can feel the darkest part of life, she was always a girl of her nature and never wants to be dependent on anyone, but sometimes the decisions are not in our control, and we need to be kneed on the condition that are not in our favor.

Hardik was an Air Force officer and he loved Maya with all his heart since from the college days, she is his first and only first love. when she lost her sight, Hardik is able to understand the situation she suffered from, being an Air force officer, he trained in his camps to never be begged down under the conditions, but to stay always and fight with the situation with all your efforts. reminding his camp trainings he decided to make an effort to watch her action carefully and was decided to help his wife again to gain the strength and confidence she needed to become independent again, even with more confidence.

Finally, Maya felt ready to return to her job, but how would she get there..? She used to take the bus, but was now too frightened to get around the city by herself. Hardik volunteered to drive her to work each day, even though they worked at opposite ends of the city. At first, this comforted Maya, and fulfilled Hardik’s need to protect his sightless wife who was so insecure about performing the slightest task. Soon, however, Hardik realized the arrangement wasn’t working. Maya is going to have to start taking the bus again, he admitted to himself. But she was still so weak, so angry-how would she react?

Just as he predicted, Maya was horrified at the idea of taking the bus again. “I’m blind!,” she responded bitterly. “How am I supposed to know where I am going? I feel like you’re abandoning me.”

Hardik’s heart broke to hear these words, but he knew what had to be done. He promised Maya that each morning and evening he would be go in the bus with her, for as long as it took, until she got the hang of it. And that is exactly what happened. For five solid weeks, Hardik, in his military uniform, accompanied Maya to and from work each day. He taught her how to rely on her other senses, specifically her hearing, to determine where she was and how to adapt her new environment. He helped her to befriend the bus driver's who could watch out for her, and save her a seat.

After a span of five long week Finally, Maya decided that she was ready to try the trip on her own way. the first Monday morning arrived to take her test. before she left, she threw her arms around Hardik, her temporary bus-riding companion, her husband, and her best friend to thanks from her bottom of heart, for being always with her, without any frustration, pitifulness, arrogation. when she was not in favorable condition. Her eyes filled with tears of gratitude for his loyalty, his patience, and his love. She said good-bye, and for the first time, they went their separate ways. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday… Each day on her own went perfectly, and Maya had never felt better. She was doing it! She was going to work all by herself.

On Friday morning, Maya took the bus to work as usual. As she was paying the fare to exit the bus, the driver said, “Boy, I sure do envy you.” Maya wasn’t sure if the driver was speaking to her or not. After all, who on earth would ever envy a blind woman who had struggled just to find the courage to live for the past year?

Curious, she asked the driver, “Why do you say that you envy me?” The driver responded, “It must feel good to be taken care of and protected like you're.”

Maya had no idea what the driver was talking about, and again asked, “What do you mean?”

The driver answered, “You know, every morning for the past week, a fine-looking gentleman in a military uniform has been standing across the corner watching you as you get off the bus. He makes sure you cross the street safely and he watches until you enter your office building. Then he blows you a kiss, gives you a little salute and walks away. You are one lucky lady I ever meet in my life.”

Tears of happiness poured down Maya’s cheeks. For although she couldn’t physically see him, she had always felt Hardik’s presence. She was lucky, so lucky, for he had given her a gift more powerful than sight, a gift she didn’t need to see to believe-the gift of love that can bring light where there is darkness.

It is true that even silence speaks in love. But, occasionally, love has to be expressed in order to keep up the novelty and freshness of the relation. You do not have a set of rules that can show you the right way to say and do the romantic things to your lover. The only rule that is applicable is that the art should be sincere and come straight from your heart.

Regards

Dhitendra

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