Love Is Blind

Write a short story on your parents using Nature, said Naina, Grade 4th English teacher.

People are like river,

They flow vehemently but never stay forever,

Expect our parents who are golden brown sands,

And

You

My sun,

My moon,

My land,

My water,

My sky,

My stars,

My sky,

My wind

And

My fire.

Yours

Mother Earth.

Mam, I completed it.

Naina came walking to her desk moving her strand of straightened black hair.

She touched the dots as Smirti looked above with excitement.

Beautiful darling.

Like you mam, Smiriti said.

BECAUSE THEIR PARENTS LOVED THEM, THEY ARE LITERATES USING BRAILLE.