“When I met him, he worked as a peon in my uncle’s workplace. Sometimes, he would come to drop off stuff to my house and that’s how we got to know each other. I really like his behaviour. He didn’t drink and gamble. And he looked like a hero, very good looking. He never went after girls and I never heard him use foul language. He was a very different kind, different from the rest of the men. I fell deeply in love with him. I felt like I could spend my life with him, didn’t need no money, didn’t need no society. I don’t know if he had similar feelings as he would never say anything but I could see him being very protective. When we travelled in the bus he would try and get me a seat and give me cover so that no one touched me. He talked to me with a lot of respect. When my uncle retired, he offered him a better position but he declined and said he wanted to return home. Before he left, he came to my house and asked me, “I am leaving. Do you want to come with me?” (1/3)
Blind Love
