By Manahil Binte Rashid from Capital Campus Islamabad
“Hi! I would like to order a java chiller with a glazed donut.”
“Sir, it will be $2.99.”
As Mathew drove, I could smell the fragrance of the fresh, warm honey coated donut. The horns beeping, the cars zapping by and the squeaks of brakes revealed that it was a Monday morning.
I was about to doze off when the car parked and the abrupt stop in the motion, stirred me. We were here…. I could hear Mathew’s steps coming towards the backseat door. As Mathew opened the door, I could feel the chilly morning breeze of November brush my face.
It had been a while that I and Mathew walked, and the rhythm of his footsteps started to jostle. I knew that we were inside a building, as I felt the warmth of the heaters radiating heat at full blast. After all those security checks, I was shuffled into a damp yet noisy room.
Placing my fingers on the oddly satisfying Braille, I read RYAN on my name card. It was my first day of therapy session and I was frightened. My stomach made all sorts of gurgling sounds and the chiller gave me a runny nose. While I was shivering, something bumped into my ankle and as I bent down, I stumbled. I almost lost my balance, but someone helped me.
I felt delicate, smooth hands on my shoulder that lifted me back to my place. That feel of softness gave me a homey feel and I stopped shivering. I could hear people laughing, sneezing, talking, cluttering, and stammering, but among all this noise, there was a voice that I had never heard before! It was magical and joyful. That was it! I was struck by something powerful.
I could feel the Adeline rush. I kept on positioning my ear as a radar to detect where the voice came from and to whom it belonged. What was this feeling? I had never felt such a sensation. It was not just an ordinary voice. It was a voice that belonged to someone special. That someone without any effort had achieved a place in my heart, or maybe had taken over it.
“Thank you all for your visit, see you all tomorrow!” I couldn’t believe it! The session that seemed to take forever, had just ended in a blink. On my ride back to the villas, I felt incomplete. The sweet and delicate voice kept on ringing in my ears and I could hear it echo in my room.
Days went by and the words spoken by my perfect lady engraved not only in my mind, but also in my heart. Every day I woke up an extra thirty minutes early and tried to dress up the best I could. To stand out I used the perfume Nana sent me from Paris. I could perceive the colours that had been painted in my world. I didn’t want to ‘see’ my therapist, because she had already been painted the way I liked in my hidden canvas.
Sitting on those bare chairs and listening to her footsteps coming towards me, would give me butterflies. As she came nearer, I could sniff out the eau de toilette and the scent of delicate moisturizers. The pungent scent of evaporated alcohol showed that she wore nail paints of different colours every day. Was this love? This was an emotion that I had never experienced before.
This continued for about four months, but then suddenly she was gone! I didn’t hear her voice again! She must have been promoted, but still it upset me. I knew somewhere deep in my heart that a blind guy like me would be left alone pleading to be loved. She will always hold a special place in my heart and I couldn’t be more grateful to her, who had left a vibrant world for me to rewind again and again – wiping off the tears from my cheek.