POV of Rosy
Long ago I suffered in solitude.
Now my heart is full of gratitude.
Once I dwelled in darkness.
Now I flourish in light.
My rainbow shine with hundred colours.
My garden bloom with thousand flowers.
My days are filled with bright rays of hope and joy.
My nights are brimmed with peace and serenity.
Dear stranger, not a day goes by that I do not think of you.
Thank you for your precious gift of vision.
Now my world is painted with colours because I see through your eyes.
POV of Richard
Sorry Rosy. Fire crackers caused your eye injury when you were young. Seeing your sufferings, I pledged to donate my eyes to you after my death. As a racer I see victory and accident as the same. As your friend I wish you the best.
(By medical ethics, donor name is not revealed to the receiver)
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Eyes #NotADayGoesBy
General FictionThis is a very short story+poem of a blind who gets vision through eye donation. I have tried to convey the feelings of newly acquired vision. Kindly bear with any mistakes. (written for #NotADayGoesBy contest)
