From the eye of a blind

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Krushna, the one guy who never failed to amaze me. Though blind by birth, you wouldn't dare to call him visually impaired. He had that kind of abilities. I remember the first time I met him, he was with some of my friends. I wondered what are they doing with a blind guy. He was quite throughout our conversation. We made plans for outing.

"Its going to rain."  He said quietly.

It was a wonderfully sunny day. We laughed at him. He took no offence, remained calm and smiled. But he decided to join us nonetheless. We must have been out for less than an hour, it suddenly got dark. Within minutes it was raining cats and dogs. I was stunned.

"How you did this?"  I whispered to him, quite obviously amazed.

"I can smell colors in everything",  he answered in same whisper, smiling conspiringly.

"Smell colors?"  I was baffled.

"Yes"

"How?"

"This rain, to me sky, water, ice things like.these are blue. Cold is blue. Since I can't see, I smell. I can smell seas and oceans and rain. I can even smell winter and ice." This left me not only flabbergasted but also intrigued.

"Can you smell red?"

"Yes. Red is the colour of heat  and love. So sun, for me, is red. Your blush is red. I can smell blood, which again is red. Not to forget roses and the glances you keep giving to Abhi."

This bowled me over. "How do you know? Nobody knows, not even even Abhi."

"I can't see,  I smell. Remember?"

I blushed.

"I smell red." He said teasingly, and I blushed harder.

"You know what's yellow for me?"

"No, tell me."

"Warmth. Summer, hugs, some handshakes are yellow to me."

I, just then, happened to see a bunch of exquisite white Lilly. "White is such a lovely colour" I exclaimed almost whist-fully.

"I am not sure, its so empty. Isn't white the absence of colors?" He shrugged.

"Yes, but peace is also associated with white,right?"

"Did you ever notice, peace is the absence of war or fear and desire and jealousy and emotions like that. Not the presence of something."

I was dumbfounded. I didn't know what  to say, but I wasn't willing to let the conversation die as yet.

"Don't you sometime wish you could see?"

Shall I tell you what is the most beautiful thing that exist?"

"What?"

"Black,The night, the darkness. Its the presence of every colour. And I possess the most beautiful thing . Why would I wish it to end."

I was rendered speechless.

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