My fated amour

Gosh! Seriously can't you walk more carefully. Are you blind?" A woman who just bumped at me , screamed.

Young people these days are just a nuisance. They even don't know where they are walking. A lady probably younger said to her.

And after venting all their frustration at me , they went away.

Yes I'm blind. I gulped my words before making my way down the streets.

I'm blind. Been like that since I was a child. I was born with it. My parents must have been frustrated with their only child being born blind that my birth lead to their divorce. My mom was killed in a car accident when I was five aaand I have never heard anything about my dad. I spend my childhood in foster homes before I turned 18 and my step aunt brought me to her home.

The sole reason for that was .. because now I was capable to work both physically and legally. Im not saying my aunt and uncle were bad peoplr or so . But who wants to feed soemone these days for free. So I worked. Despite being blind I was quick at learning directions and I adapted quick enough when I came to my aunt's house. And soon after 1 month I applied for a job in a local library and now I had been working there for 5 months.

I had become quite familiar with the roads that lead to library and the nasty comments people pass on me. Even if I would be just passing by, they would make remarks about how I am not walking properly or they would knowingly bump into me so that they could let their curses out of their mouth. Gossiping ladies, ignorant men, proud ladies and nasty children can even be ignored. But the jerks who can't keep their tongue to themselves. They were just insufferable.

Mh aunt works in nursing home and she had to take care of the patients from 8 to 5. Sometimes she have to work overtime too. My uncle lives in the city as chances of his bussiness flourishing are more there.

My aunt has two children. Her older daughter who was a year older than me, Anna and a son who is in 10th grade now. I have heard our relatives calling Anna too beautiful for a college girl. They even make remarks like she should be some diva or a known celebrity for being so pretty.Well I would know it if I could see her. Hell i could not even see myself. How do I look like. Do i have some pretty aspects in me too?

I used to ask these questions from my Elle mam when I was in my foster home. She would always chuckle at my question an would tell me that I'm as pretty as moon. 'Is moon even pretty? Isn't it supposed to be a satellite. A dusty, rusty one. How can it even be pretty I thought but kept that to myself.

Her answers never used to satisfy me. But I would wonder that every day . What is it to look at your face every day and know what do you look like. To have hold of things . Guess I would never know. Not because I don't wnat to but because I seriously dont know who to ask to. Whose answer would satisfy me. By whose mouth, when these words would be uttered, will I believe that I'm pretty.

Leaving my thoughts aside. I walked down quietly along the road. I was never scared of anything unlike others. What I would be afraid of? blood..? When I can't even see what its like. Ele taught me that blood is red. So what's red colour like. What are other colors like? I didn't know. What's next ...bugs? Anna told me that she's afraid of spiders and everytime she would spot a spider she would cry and jump and scream loud enough to lead my ears into a short deafening experience. But I can't be afraid of those insects too. What's the fear when I wouldn't even know if those bugs would sit over my head or somewhere unless I feel them.

What else are people afraid of. Rejections in job? Well people would sympathize me enough to give me a petty job. Atleast I could make a living out of it. I was not afraid of breaking up in relationships either. Cause I don't have one. As if someone would want to live with a blind perosn ever. Like all those love and cliche things aside, I wouldnt even do it myself. I would never spend my life with some blind person either. Cause being one, i know how its to take care of yourslef and all. So in all I am not afraid of anything, as of now. Its weird to be blind like you can't even cry safely somwhere in secret wothout having a fear of someone seeing you crying. If I were to be blind.., shouldn 't I should not have had these tear ducts too.

"Hello.. miss Violet" a familiar voice ringed in my ears, telling me I had finally reached my destination.

Well being alone with thoughts is as great as a timepass as chatting with friends.

"Hey I replied after assuming her position by the direction of her voice.

You can proceed on she says after making sure I was not down or in a bad mood .

Soon after I reach my seat and took out a new stack of braille books, I felt a sensation in my legs. Not again, I thought. My precious books were all lying in corner . Maybe the sweeping lady must have accidentally pushed them and now they were peacefully resting in ground.

I put my bag on my chair and was about to turn to pick up the books when I heard a stuttering voice...
"It's okay. I would pick them up". Some guy spoke.
After he put all the books in my table, I pushed them in their stacks.
"Thank You" I said.
"Mhm.. It's okay. I wonder how you could keep all those books in there right place" he said. Maybe shyly.

"I have worked here for long so I know what's the length of books of different genres. Well do you want any book?" I asked.

"Yeah. I want one for my grandma. 'Wuthering heights'. Her eyesight had been damaged a lot lately so her Braille learning is finally coming to practice " he said.

I picked up the book from the third last shelf putting in my desk.

"Your name..?" I asked him.
"Uh..huh..?" he seemed confused.
" I need to mention it in records" I explained, surprised at his dumb wit.
"Kaz.. Just Kaz. I don't use last names" he said before writing his contact number too.

"Okay, So today's 17th. Make sure you return the book till 27th of this month" I said, before collecting all the used tissue papers from my desk.

I could hear his footsteps fading away, as he stopped and turned.
"What's your name?. You seems like my age. I wonder if we could be friends" he said nervously.

"I'm not in the mood to tell my name today. you can leave" I smiled for a micro second before putting up a straight face.

"Ok. Then I will make sure to bring you in the mood of telling your name next time" he said, probably smirking.

A dumb lad....I thought, before preparing myself for today.