Saturdays @ hyd-CSR

 What eyes do not, Heart does it...

Ever wondered, how beautiful is this mother nature that brings colours to our life. How

enticingly pink is the cheek of a girl when she wakes up in the winter blush? How

much? Is it something to be seen and measured or a thought to be felt. Is it what you

always see through your eyes to make a memory or is it the warmth you feel to make it

a moment.

There is beauty in the sounds of nature, the babies cry, the howl of coyotes, the whisper

of the wind in the trees. Simple EXPERIENCES of pleasure, define beauty

Experience!! Yes I have experienced myself a day I can talk about in my life where I

witnessed that what makes us alive is the simple things present around which are

beautiful from inside and need to be felt.

A fresh breeze gushing through my window, chirping birds, buzzing vehicles and

amidst all these, the ringing bell alarming my office, I was pretty much geared to head

to LVPEI eagerly waiting to start CSR activity along with my benevolent friends. We

headed to the hospital in a race between the mocking traffic and trouble seeking car,

however we could finally meet not all, but 13 out of16, that day because of their last

minute schedule ditches.

We had a team of humble staff to escort whenever in need. Out of the 13 residents of the

Ghomaguda village, there was a special duo, a blessed pair of Mother and daughter

whose case I would like to pen-down today. There was a special bonding between them

unlike many, they felt like two souls, one vision .The Lady named Lakshmi has carried

all her way, her dreams and hopes in the form of a 2-year-old gal, Sathvika ,no less

than a Barbie, pretty in pink dress, all set to ride a roller coaster of adventures with

the seeking spirit to chase the stars. Lakshmi is a mother of two, an elder son and a

younger daughter, Sathvika, who inherited all the charm from her mother carried

down a legacy of having a vision defect in both the eyes right from the birth, unlike her

brother.

The scene left me teary-eyed but the Desire of the mother to make her daughter see the

world was no less than a burning fire. As Lakshmi narrates her story ,the loving couple

immediately rushed to the Ophthalmologist right when Sathvika was born As it always

has, the narration of the creator is more enthralling than the human emotion. With all

the might,after2 years of time travel, when we tried to back our effort with the medical

tests, the results were laughing wild at us. There was a rousing spirit ,beneath the

shallow eye of the mother questioning everyone out there to make her daughter count

the shining stars. Later we were taken to Rehabitation centre where Sathvika was

explained about all the beneficiaries she could make out for her future growth and

development.

One very notable portrait, that I haven’t seen in near time, is a standing wall of HOPE

with coloured hand prints of children who survived Cancer at the Paediatrics ward. I

have also got to talk to some of the mighty hearts there who taught me how life is

always a gift to be cherished.

As me and my friend winded up our droplet of service for the day, I took a moment to

retrospect my life for the things we take for granted, all the perfect imperfections we

think upon and blame ourselves, losing what we have. I have had a fair share of

inspiration to keep me moving till my next CSR. But one thing that kept running in my

mind is the fact that how trivial are the problems we face every day.

In my mind,

I live the days of sunshine bright and fine,

watch men pass through grey and fray,

listed things of great dismay,

Tried out the colours of pastels and creams.

I shall now look upon the sky

And learn how to fly.

Cos,now I can fly without wings,

Bounded without strings.

I shall now look at the world

In a way, I have never been told.

                            --RF (16-04-2017)