I am on my chair by the window, wrapped in my blanket
I could be a painting, if only I had a mug of coffee on my lap
Instead of the laptop.
But however beautiful the sunset be and however many times I glance at it,
My fingers don’t stop tapping on the alphabets.
It sounds like heartbeats typing out a story.
Furiously. Thud, thud, thud.
I lose count of the heartbeats that pass,
Heartbeats that want to capture the passing sunset through my eyes.
But I am relentless.
I have a deadline to submit, this is going to bring me money.
I am half a year ahead now.
I spent the money that evening paid me.
The regret I was paid, though, crawled back up.
Stayed there till I heard it.
Thud, thud, thud.
The sun sets everyday.
Yet, my loss hurt.
My little sunshine breather.
I watch you pick up the baby powder with both hands and spill it on your grandma’s dressing table.
You tilt backwards because of the weight as you carry the bottle to the bed.
Another addition to your fresh list of victories against gravity.
Your tiny fingers get coated in fairy dust as you smear the powder all over the table, squealing “Rainbow!” “Rainbow!” “Rainbow!”
Baby, I believe you.
I see the colours spill off the dressing table and fly across the room to wherever you look.
Colours that dwell in your big wide eyes.
Thank you for showing me magic yet again, my sweet.
Your scent lingers on my breath
Lightly, like the memory it is.
My mind is just a pocket
But you think of it as an hourglass
Filling it with time, grain by grain
Either ways, they stick in there like sand.
Here is your hourglass then,
Swinging up and down as I wait
Each grain telling a different story
Of the same day
The stars collapse into themselves
Dotting the universe with black holes.
Do not look upon the ball of fire in our hearts with dread, my love.
It is not a star.
It is madness, swirling.
Dust clouds of ordinary that we shed
Expand infinitely, changing forms.
The theory of singularity held us on its shoulders
As we went down the path of collapse
Except only in reverse, rebels that we are.
We sped into an explosion.
My darling, listen to how your heart beats with mine.
It is the only remnant sound from that big bang.
And believe it or not, it is a billion lifetimes old.
Grahmeen Shramik Prathisthan(GSP) is an NGO for the blind. It houses 72 blind persons in its one hectare campus, where they are trained in handloom weaving and later employed within the NGO. They are paid in agreement to fair trade standards. About five years back the NGO also started a certified course for the blind in acupressure massages.
The visually impaired persons living here are proud, independent, and most importantly, happy. What they are not, is safe. I’m talking about physical security. GSP has not been able to afford a concrete compound for its land. The threats faced by the residents inside range from nuisances of stray animals, drunken people, outsiders entering the campus to defecate in the open, to theft of property and any unpredictable misdoings.
It’s not often that visually impaired persons in third world countries get a chance to be independent and live their lives with dignity. The least we can do is give them the security they deserve.
They need Rs.1,000,000 to build an eight feet high compound around the land. Which means that if 10,000 people donate Rs. 100 per head (less than $2) , these blind persons will be protected for several years to come! Is 10,000 a lot of people? I think not. Cat videos get over a million hits an hour and let’s admit it, they take up enough time from your work hour to cost you Rs. 100 per head.
Let’s spread the word and get them their 10,000 builders in spirit. We have two months. Here is the link to the crowdfunding campaign where you can find more details about the project. Our time starts now! Reblog, share, go bonkers. Donors welcome internationally.
GSP Campus – At post Budhoda Ta Ausa
Dist Latur, Maharashtra – India -413520
Voice – 91-9422663733 Ph. 02383-236611