Things Not Seen

Introduction

I am Naira Perry, an ordinary girl... Honestly speaking.. an ordinary orphan girl... Being a little more specific, I have been an even-tempered girl from the beginning and have played my part with maturity.

As I was blind my mom and dad had left me when I was young. Umm... they thought it was my fault that I was born blind. I didn't see their faces, I just remember that I had a brother who was two years younger to me, but we never played together....

He constantly used to taunt me or poke me in different matters. I grew up in an orphanage, with many other girls, few of them were good while the others were cruel...
    We used to eat together, sleep together and go to school together. The days I've lived was miserable.

Taking it to a serious note...when I turned 18, it was no more their responsibility to retain me in that orphanage. They required me to leave the orphanage and find some work. But I desired to study more before getting involved with office works.

When we rested in the orphanage, we were sent to a few places to work and earn money....
Few days they used to lead us to some laundry room and some days in a factory, all of us used to ferment there and they compensated us.

When I was asked to leave, I left and with that money which I had amassed, I bought books, notebooks and joined a college...

I was lucky, people used to tattle to me politely... Maybe few showed sympathy, but I never bothered.

I never fell in love, I only made friends... and neither anyone proposed me, nor had I dated anyone before.

After completing my college, I was in search of a job. A job which would be perfect for me. I graduated from Saints College, which was in Italy. I was loved by my teachers and friends. I managed to get good marks in my college years.... But I was not getting any job because I was blind, I was not like others.

Many companies and office managers called me for an interview, but after seeing me, everyone refused to appoint me...Hard Luck, I suppose.

I was rejected by everyone, I was not special... maybe an unlucky little fellow...

The few days I struggled... went up and down the street to find a line of work. I was educated and highly conditioned. I used to search for a job everywhere.

I asked many of my acquaintances, but they had no estimation of any vacancy....

Finally, one day I received a call, I picked up and they asked to visit their office. Yeah! I was about to get a job. Will I be able to cope up, along with the others? I was extremely agitated and that day was favorable.