Every morning, the lady takes a stroll in the park next to my house. The thought of not catching a glimpse of her unsettled me. So, there was no taking chance in this routine. She would never fail to wear a smile, while walking past the swings, with her obedient little pug. I always imagined how the lady’s eyes looked like, beneath those pitch-black shades. But they were never revealed.

Just as she reaches the gates, I would slow down my pace. She’d turn back, look at me with that very same smile, and blow a kiss. To any other nine-year-old, this might not seem out of the ordinary. Although for me, the kiss was priceless. For it taught me, that a person could suffer from blindness and yet not choose to be heartless.