“Amma, how are you?” asked Sumathy as Santha entered her room
“Yes ,dear I am fine”
“Amma, thanks for taking care of me so well”
“Oh!! Its my duty darling”
“Am I not a burden to you Amma?”
“Burden?...”
“You?...”
“To me?...”
“Well, never my kid”
“Amma, when will I be able to see you? When I will be able to see this world?”
“When I will be able to see the flowers in our garden? The stars in the sky that glitter at night, the waves of the deep blue sea?”
“When will I be able to see them?”
“When will I be able to see father? Everything around me is dark”
“I am frightened of it mother”
“Oh!! My darling never care…”
“You can see this world through me, till you come to world of light…”
“I will guide you dear.. don’t worry”
“But, Amma when will I see the world of light?”
“Soon..very soon dear” saying these words Santha hugged her child Sumathy close to her. Sumathy had lost her eyes few months back in an accident.
She was hoping that one day someone might donate her darling their eyes for her to see the world again.
Death is inevitable. Even after death we can see this world through someone. Instead of burying them for them to decay without any use to anyone let us donate eyes and bring in light in lives of people who are longing to see this world.
Amma -> Mother
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