I wonder...what blind people feel when they are living in their world of darkness. Do they feel lonely? Like they are the only person left on earth? Not seeing the colours of the rainbow, the wonderful changing sky...I would sorely miss the array of colours of the world if I am blind. But I guess, if I am blind, the strongest feeling I would feel would be loneliness. The emptiness of nothing will just engulfed me, shaking my equilibrium.

But what if, I was born without sight? And suddenly, through some wondrous miracle, I am able to see! And will I think, how life can be so unfair. Only allowing me to see colours, moon, stars, sky...after like God only knows how long. Would I be damn upset? Or would I be overjoyed that I am finally able to see and start touring the whole world. Seeing everything there is to see under the sun and moon. If it was me, I think I would be damn upset at first. Asking questions like why? Then, I will finally be overjoyed at my new found sight.

But being blind and able to see is nothing like being blindfolded. And somehow, my blindfold slipped off. My world was perfect. I absolutely refused to see the ugliness. Somehow now, I see both worlds. The undercurrents of my perfect world. It is like looking at an ocean. A picturesque calmness. Everything is flowing perfectly but beneath this picturesque picture, the undercurrents churned.

Now that the blindfold had slipped off, I do not like what I see and yet, I know it is the reality of my world. The way I feel about things have start to change and to tell you the truth, I dont like feeling like this. All critical and sceptical. Have I been living in the land of the blindfolded for way too long? Does it make me a fool? Someone who is stupid for not knowing the truth?

Maybe...I have been blindfolded for too long...