Have you heard of Palampur? It's awesome little village nestled between the hills and valleys.
The atmosphere there is so tranquil that it really makes you contemplate life. In this village, there's this fiery short- tempered Jiya, who lives with h...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
One year later
It had been a year since that horrible accident, and the road to recovery was no less than a rollercoaster. Between endless hospital visits, eye specialists poking and prodding, and the constant eye drops, it felt like my life had taken a permanent detour. But, somehow, I had started to adjust to the darkness. The doctor had said there was a chance I could get my eyesight back, and after six months of blurry vision, we couldn't contain our happiness. I'll never forget how overwhelming it was; Jiya's excitement, my own disbelief.
Now, we've gotten used to our routines. The days started to blend into each other: morning walks with Jiya guiding me every step of the way, her never leaving my side, always doing things for me without a single complaint. The way she adjusted her life around my darkness made my heart ache. She even postponed her academic work because of me. The pain of not being able to see her was nothing compared to the guilt I carried for holding her back.
One day stands out like no other....that day she gave her presentation. Even though I couldn't see her, I could feel the power in her voice, the confidence radiating from her.
F L A S H B A C K
She walked into the conference room, hills clicking against the marble, her steps firm and steady, despite the weight of the task ahead. I could hear her voice echo through the room, clear and commanding, as she presented our company's biggest project. Papa was beaming with pride, and I sat there, feeling the sheer force of her determination. Her voice never wavered.
"This project is not just an investment, but a vision for the future," she had said, capturing everyone's attention. Even though I couldn't see her, I knew she was standing tall, exuding confidence. And in that moment, I had never been prouder of her.
'Back to present.'
Since that day, Jiya has taken on half of my work, handling things I used to with Papa. It was amazing how capable she had become....how much she had grown. And yet, a part of me ached to see her, to glance at her even once. The way she smiles, the way her eyes light up when she's happy... it's all I've been craving. How much I've longed to see her again, to drink in her every expression, her every movement.
I'd do anything for just one glance.
Now, a year later, I've become more confident, despite the darkness. My bond with Jiya is stronger than ever. No one could ever take her place, and no one could have endured what she has for me....never losing hope, always pushing me forward, even when I knew it hurt her just as much. If not more.
Today, Jiya had planned a special date for us. She was excited, practically buzzing with energy as she told me all about it. She had picked out a shirt for me; a loose white cotton shirt with olive pants. She even described her own outfit, telling me she'd be wearing a white floral saree, the kind she knew I loved.
