After paying them the price for a ticket,
I was given a blind companion
Who was to guide me in the dark, where I myself would become blind!
Though both of us had a stick each,
I stumbled behind while he walked on smoothly.
We first heard some obscure birds chirping,
My companion easily differentiating and explaining.
The various potted greens we touched on our way
Were all named so faultlessly to me by him.
After crossing a slightly oscillating bridge
Whose fatigue is intended to exercise my sense of strength of self balance…
We entered the second phase where
My companion would also start being silent and indifferent,
And I myself should do the entire doing.
I was directed towards a series of cup boards
Though slowly, I could identify all the
Brushes, shampoos, soaps and towels faultlessly.
It became more difficult as I moved further
For I had to identify the aromatic
Cloves, cinnamon and cardamom only by aroma.
It became still difficult as
The canteen inside wanted me to
Buy things naturally, i.e. using money and
Money? How could I
Know which note I was giving?
“By touch!” replied my companion breaking his silence
With a triumphant look, sorry a triumphant voice.
I finally passed the last part of my journey and
Stepped out of that flooded darkness,
Knowing enough the life of my eyeless counterparts, the blind,
Understanding the circumstances that reinforced their innate accuracy,
It was really a “wonderland”
It gave me a great recreation to my senses, especially rest to the eye,
It gave me a good knowledge of certain things that
I left the place with a clear picture of what I should do
When there is a power cut in my home and
When I should remain all alone in darkness.