“Do you ever wonder how I look?” Geeta asked Ram in a soft voice. Ram was sitting next to her, holding on to a cup of jasmine tea. He couldn’t help but smile at her innocent query. “I have imagined so many things about you. I think you have big, beautiful eyes, a small nose, long wavy hair, a child-like smile,” said Ram, as he tried to put words unto his imagination. “But, imagining how someone looks may not do justice to the person they are. I am sure you are far more beautiful than how I imagine you to be,” Ram’s response was enough to bring a big smile to Geeta’s face. Except that he couldn’t see that smile.
“So, are you prepared for the surgery tomorrow?” Ram said, and then promptly changed the subject. Since the day he learned about the cornea transplant Geeta would undergo, he felt mixed emotions. At first, he was delighted Geeta would be able to see. After all, it is the best thing that could happen to someone who is blind by birth. But as the day of her surgery drew closer, he became restless. He didn’t want anything to go wrong.
Geeta, on the other hand, had her own worries. When she first heard from Ram about the possibility of gaining sight, she had lamented, “I wish it was you instead of me getting the gift of sight,” Geeta said to Ram. He had thought about it too—to see the colours of nature and its beauty. But more than anything, he wanted her to see the world in its true colours.
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