Selfie With a Blind Man
Not the glasses one — that’s me — it’s always the other guy
I met this legally blind friend at AIIMS Delhi. He’s 90% blind. Going to our government hospitals feels like a pilgrimage. Thanks to the never-ending queues.
To break the ice, I commented on the color of his mask. I asked him if he’d eat orange ice cream, and he replied:
“I don’t see colors. You don’t see ice cream either, man, just lick it.”
We started talking about random stuff — like the color of his shirt, and what the sky looks like. Explaining the blue sky to him got complicated, but we moved on.
Then he shared his biggest fear: mosquitoes. He joked about how they still rank higher in the food chain than blind people. He also told me about a robbery at a mobile shop where everyone was slapped except him, and he felt somewhat thankful to God for not giving him eyes.
I asked him who his favorite god was, and he said, Hanuman Ji.
When I asked if he knew the Hanuman Chalisa by heart, he replied:
“No, I don’t need it. I don’t get afraid of ghosts since I can’t see them.”
“WOW, you don’t see colors and you don’t see ghosts.”
