From my Blind Side.

I was born with defective vision.
Growing up, my mother always told me that my blindness was not nobody’s fault and that it was God’s way of testing us. Now, as I narrate my story, I believe so. But the people around me then said otherwise. They always blamed me and my parents for my defective sight. They said that our family committed a grave sin and this was the punishment for it. I felt bad; my parents worse. The doctors tried the best they could, but they said my blindness was progressive and that I would lose my sight very soon. By the age of 8, I was completely blind. My parents were still faithful.

Burnt Tea

I’m fond of tea. I believe it is my daily elixir. Like most addicts, I drink tea for every possible reason- when I’m happy or when I’m sad, when I’m tired or just to pass time. It’s hard to explain why I enjoy drinking tea so much because non tea drinkers would not get it. The taste for tea is acquired and over time, refined. Initially it was difficult. It was difficult to drink tea without milk or sugar, but the real taste of its flavors only comes when there are just two elements involved- hot water and the tea bag.