Blind Ride

I have just rode on the train and heading to Kishoregonj. As usual, I am carrying a pouch and my camera. I think I better sit by the window. I am gazing at the nature and clicking my camera as I am feeling good. At once, two beggars just have come to me. There one is blind girl accompanied by her brother. Strange…! No one is tending them; eventually I offer them two taka and capture their photos. I wonder I never had captured the peoples’ faces who are suffering a lot. But… I feel unusual at shutting them. I am thinking fate could make an innocent life miserable. Blind fate… Blind future…blind destiny. I can’t stop thinking. Now I am thinking of govt. aid for handicapped people. What a blind govt. and people we are …? We can’t see and listen to their inability and suffering. Now I am questioning to myself when our blindness would be cured? Well…time is passing by along with my blind ride. Again, I am gazing to the nature and people, their I find a naughty kid tempting his mother to sit on the chairs, but they don’t have tickets. Naughty kid now is being unrest and that loving mother is being pretty conscious about that request, so finding a place to and fro by avoiding the guard’s eye. Yes…? She has got a sit at last. Right after that moment the naughty kid has just started a ride on the chair the guard has approached and scrutinized them as ticket less, restricted them to sit…Blind guard …Can’t you feel or see the mom’s care to her child, can’t you feel their desire…?
Here again I find the blindness of all the people. How blind we are to lending a hand and to fulfill a desire. My blind ride is taking me not to Kishorgange ……. I feel like it’s heading to eternal blindness.