He was very anxious. His life depended on it. The calendar on his bedroom wall showed how much he had looked forward to this day; his daughter had put crosses on each passing day until today.
His eyes were in a blindfold and someone held him by his arm and walked him somewhere. They stopped.
“Are you ready?” a kind, female voice asked him. Her voice had a strangely soothing effect on him, yet he stammered, “Ye-yes.”
They removed the blindfold slowly, quite on contrast to how he felt inside- nervousness, anticipation, and fear. He kept his eyes closed as they slipped off the blindfold. “Ready when you are,” the same lady said. He muttered a small prayer.
One. Two. Three. He opened his eyes. He stared. At seventy fours years of age, he saw the world for the first time.
“Your operation was successful.”
The World Past Me 
You wrote that moment of “seeing” beautifully.
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Thank you Erika! 😀
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You did it great, Akanksha! Compliment!
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Thank you :’)
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Reblogged this on RedefiningRandom.
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Thank you for the reblog 😀
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My pleasure Akanksha 😉
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Amazing pocket story! You really capture a slice of life in your works, and I can almost imagine the old man’s wonder of seeing the world for the first time. I look forward to more of these stories from you! 🙂
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