A blind girl was quite happy in her love but her only desire was that she should be able to see her boyfriend–the one who to her must be very generous and considerate as to love a blind and helpless girl. One day, when the boy proposed, she said that she wanted to marry him of course, but before that she wanted to see the world with her own eyes.
A few days later, the boy gave her the exciting news that someone had agreed to donate his eyes to her. The operation was successful and a few days later when she could see, she phoned her boyfriend to meet her in the hospital. But what was this? The girl was shocked to find that the boy could not see. O my God, how could she live with a blind man? She simply told him that he should forget the idea of marrying her. Quite disappointed, the boy left silently. She thanked her stars that at long last she was saved from the life-long company of a blind person little realising that it was this boyfriend who had donated his eyes so that she could see.
We often sing praises of true love, but how should one judge that the love being offered or received is true, sincere or not? How can one decide whether some relation is merely an attachment, temporary and for some selfish reason or it is a true emotion of togetherness and sacrifice? I am reminded of another incident.