BLIND

And so it returned.

Like a chuckle on an infant's face.
Like the Sunrays on a dead sky.
Like the flicker in the realm of dark desires.
Like the blink in her stony eyes.

Now that it had come back, its return only seemed inevitable. The symphony of joy played on and on somewhere in the backdrop of a Faded Dusk. Something had dawned back in time, somebody was dead. There was no funeral.
There was laughter all around. Like the sunrays glittering on a tranquil ocean, with the certainity of a Storm breathing far far away. There was time. Now she had all the time in the world. "We'll miss you," they had told her. She didnt respond, for, she never missed anything. She was beautiful. "And dont drink too much coffee, it aint good for your health" they added.

But little did they know that the harm had already been done. She had departed.
She reached. He laughed at the people she'd left behind. She smiled in return, "See where you were leaving me."

"I knew you wouldnt stay there, lady," he replied simply.

The colors felt alive. Black was not a color, anymore.

The lush green was being lent the hue of a golden sunshine by their laughter.
The wave of laughter spread across the fields, and the flowers bloomed with a freshness that was alien to the Earth.

He whispered, "I never knew....."

He looked at the black in the sky fading away into a prussian blue. Had he blinked, he'd never had seen how a single ray of light could bring the shades of Sunshine in a Dark Sky. How easily should it touch life in a never ending night sky. He could never blink now. He was alive. He could not afford to miss out life now.
He was happy leaving his future in the hands of a present drop of sunshine. He questioned the Ray about the stars. He loved them. She shook her head and the smile came from within her eyes, "I know....They will always be there", It seemed as if there were two stars in her eyes. And he thought if he could just keep looking in her eyes he wouldn't need the stars.

The sky kept on changing colors- like a life.

Black. Blue. Pink. Orange. Golden. Yellow.

Then it turned so bright that it was difficult to imagine the existence of darkness. Night had no meaning now. He studied the sky. He heard some voices. She strengthened her grip on his hand. He turned to look at her, see if she was scared. But her eyes showed something else. The excitement of being airborne for the first time in a lifetime. She laughed with him.

From where they both stood, they saw that there was life, after all. They cherished this life as a blind would cherish a new found pair of white and black so that he could see the colors.

This wasnt hope.
This was reality of a beautiful dream.