Blindfolded

He moves his head lightly in sync with the music his i-pod plays. He expects that the first seat in the bus would be vacated for him as people see him and tends to walk to 'his' seat. He walks with a stick, so that he doesn't bump into an obstacle. He recognizes the university by the turns the bus takes. And his home by probably measuring the time, or probably using his sixth sense. I am not sure; I can never be sure.
He is the blind man, whom I see so very often on the route to my university. He's young, he's quiet, he's brown and he's patient. He probably would be thanking God because he's able to secure a seat in the bus. Or that he's able to never miss his stop when he goes home. Even if he can't see. Or that he can sense the bus coming, and know where exactly to stand. There are people who walk him to the place he ought to be, and there are people who let him stand where he stands, let him board the wrong bus, and even don't vacate their seat for him.
What would he be studying at the university ? How would he be doing EVERYTHING ? The other day, I was hearing a group of elderly people talking, and one of them said, "If I had to lose all my senses, let my sight be the last thing I lose". And my mind so drifted to that blind young man. Would he have ever experienced the colour of sunflowers dancing on a bright sunny day ? Would he ever have experienced what it is like to see a grey sky when it is smelling like rain and all the trees are suddenly greener than usual ? Would he ever have thought that sight would be the last of the senses he would like to lose ?
I don't know how often he would be complaining, or even if he would be doing it ever or not. I pray to God to give him mental strength, so that he never loses faith in what God has given him. I am sure God must have balanced it all - He sure loves his kids.
And to think of it now reminds me of how as kids we used to blindfold our eyes and play the game of searching for others, taking care of what comes in the way as danger.