I remember your voice

part 1

Not every voice use words, I don't like to speak ........if you want to hear me pay close attention to the rhythm of my breath

"don't leave me, I'd rather die than live without you, you're the reason for my existence, my breath, and the beating of my heart, why don't you come back?"

again, again please stop, one drop of sweat came down from her forehead and made its way from her ears to finally her pillow, other side of her forehead copied the right side and did the same thing, it was happening for a quite while and her pillow was already wet from constant sweating she was repeating this from a long time actually a very long time since she was born.

She had this dream or nightmare every now and then, sometimes on a daily basis, sometimes after a week, sometimes after months, but it was the same dream, a man pleading in front of her to stay, his face blurred and deep, husky voice sole enough to run shiver down her spine, she don't know what it is about that voice that makes her heart beat fast, and pain in her heart at the same time, but she knew She was sick of the need to meet someone she had never met before and who she was unlikely to ever meet.

She opened her eyes, although it doesn't make much of a difference, she get up from her bed and drink a glass of water from the side table that is stick with her bed, the glass is usually there safely placed by rani, her house maid and she doesn't have to make much of an effort to trace it she wipe sweat from her forehead, toss her blanket to side, wear her sleeper, placed on the right side of bed and grab her most important thing without which she can't live for one day.

after counting her four steps and reaching her mirror table, which was still in her room she don't know why, if other people visit her room they might probably laugh at her, thinking for why she need it, it is a completely useless thing for her, she knows where she has to find that thing on the third shelf of the left side of the dressing table and their it was like everyday her white cane, She can walk in her room without it because she has counted the steps for each item in her room, she may be blind but she still likes to do a lot of things on her own, she heard slow footsteps and a slight ring of anklets and after a second the same fragrance come in contact with her nostrils, she doesn't need to hear her voice to know who she is, she can even tell it from the interval of her breath and from her smell that she is rani

Devika

"Well, you came, and I've already drank water; make me coffee in 10 minutes, and I'll be ready by then."

I continued to stand in the same spot, moving my face in the direction of the entrance.

"Didi, how did you find out I came? I made no noise today."

She expressed her surprise and excitement in her voice., I knew she might be smiling somewhat with those stars in her eyes, she was an innocent creature I could just tell, since the day she came to this place.

"I can just tell"

I remarked with a faint smile on my face, I don't smile often anymore but whenever I do, I wonder whether my lower teeth are still somewhat visible when I smile, if my eyes still get a little smaller, if my left dimple still shows up, I wonder if I could guess these things right too.

"ji, di, I'll go get it right away," she says as she walks into the room, opens my wardrobe, and carefully places my things on the left side of the bed, as she usually does.

I heard her heels tossing, a small ringing of her bangles and anklet together, and felt distance with her aroma, she departed, I counted my steps back to bed, picked up my clothing and counted 15 steps to the bathroom.

I stepped out of the toilet and smelled a new mint fragrance, which she usually loved, heels clicking on the wooden floor clearly singed against my ears and then they were silent I only felt them on my feet from the carpet she presumably walks close to me and stands in front of me

"I've already taken care of your schedule; we're going to court first, and then I've translated all the documents in braille and written both, and we only have one client left to see."

She said this while bringing me braille paperwork, my childhood friend and cousin Meera, who is now also my assistant who is as vital to me as braille books, white canes, and rani.

"I thought we didn't have a meeting today."

I counted my steps, sat down on the bed, and began running my finger over the braille documents to ensure that they were as requested and that nothing was missing before submitting them to a court at a hearing.

"Yes, we didn't have it, but you know Mr. Malhotra, he wants to meet you today only in person, he said he had an important project for you, and wants to discuss it with you only"

I nod slightly and then get dressed with her help and reach the dining table, where we continued our talk as usual, work-related or client-related, before leaving the house rani hands me glasses, glasses like my life, but not like my future, I know they are black, I know they are.