B for Blind - 02 April

I wake up

And its still pitch dark

I need to get up

And clean myself

Of the mess I have caused

I can’t stand sticky underwear

The heat of the lamp is alive

I get up and grope my way

Washed and bathed

I stumble to my balcony

Its still pitch dark

The heat hits me and I

Bask in it sitting

On my rocking chair

Few cups of tea and biscuits

I am ready and dressed

I pack some fruits and

Step out of my home

Still inky black

I cock my head and sense the heat

The sun is overhead - nearly noon

I dig into my bag and

Take out my stick

My nights are as dark

As my days are

I flick open my white stick

And tap my way out