A Blind Date

Delhi. A city of maals (not malls, although malls are relevant too), totas (a sophisticated token of appreciation for the beauty).

Sarojini Nagar. You are sure to spot a good share of totas city has got.

Days are really hot these days. An evening at sarojini nagar.

There she came out of a Red city bus. She was so very beautiful. Not because she had a fair complexion plus nice features plus a reasonably dysfunctional brain. Because of her eyes. She could not see. When she advanced a few steps, she said “Excuse Me”. That was a general call to anyone concerned. Concerned is the exact word to use here when you talk about Delhi. It was really a call to anyone concerned. I then realized that she needed help. I went forward and lent her a hand to climb that platform they make at the bus stops which is symbolic of the fact a delhiite is well aware of. A fact that a common man is made aware of seconds past seconds, that Delhi is for powerful people.

 Let’s defocus the darkness and focus on the things delhiite savor. When she hopped on the platform, she said “I am looking for a gentleman, can u see anyone visually impaired here on this bus stand”. I looked here, there and there was where I saw him, sitting quietly with a white foldable stick in his hand, smile on his face, gentle as a gentleman should be, calm as a still river. I approached him and asked, ”Is there any lady supposed to look for you at this place”. He said, “Yes”, with a big smile on his face, a smile only a child can bestow. I held his hand and walked him to the lady and gave his hand to hers. He said, “Priyanka” and she said “Yes”. He continued, “Let’s go the Khandani Pakode Wala”. He asked me, “Do you know any Khandani Pakode Wala out here”. I knew of just one pakora shop at sarojini nagar and was not sure of such deep involvement of his family to the business. I thought of not bothering them with my half knowledge which could be dangerous, so I said, “I am not sure of this pakora wala and will ask someone to escort you to the destination”. I asked a man who was sure of such place and he helped them with hand of his. They said, “Thankyou”. I sat back and realized that it was a date. A Blind date, literally. Not like the ones they show on Bindaas or Channel V. A true date. It was way too amazing. The will, determination, attachment was just too prominent. She did not carry a stick as well. The trust she put in him, the blind trust. She must have felt confident, safe with him; so would have he.

The made me realize a few concepts we often forget of. Finding the small happiness around you.

Love has got no limits. Love can do wonders for you, you just have to follow it blindly.

Cherish what you have got and don’t let the things you haven’t got stop you from achieving what you want.

P.S. - It is a true incidence. Pakoras rocks.