Blind Turn
The roads were deserted. A slight fog hung over the end of
the road as he drove cautiously towards it. He lifted his feet from the
accelerator and gripped the steering wheel tightly in case he had to swerve
around the corner. The fog slowly closed in and impaired his vision. His car’s
headlights struggled to pave way through the white blanket that enveloped. He
did not like this feeling of being blinded, yet it was the impending truth of
his life. A cold shiver ran down his spine at the thought. No, he was not going
to lose these precious few days cursing his luck. Pressing the accelerator
pedal in an instant he lunged the car into the white darkness, wishing the
night to never end, he drove on.
Driving was his passion. It was in his blood. He had seen
the fire in his father’s eyes every time he spun a car that came to his garage
for testing after the repairs. Being the
son of a car mechanic he feared he too would never get a chance to drive one of
his own. And this fear drove him to study. Envisioning his dream of flying
through the streets leaving the world far behind, he crossed all hurdles until
that dream became reality. Now at the age of 35, he was living the dream.
Long drives at the dead of the night always helped him clear
his mind. But tonight, the driving only muddled his thoughts more. The words of
his doctor rang over and over his head again. He had a rare eye disease that
would cause irreparable damage to his eyes within a few months. No cure existed
for this ailment as of now. Those who heard the news were sympathetic but
mostly assumed he would somehow manage, for he was a brave and strong man. He did meet their expectations and continued
living normally, following every instruction his doctor gave. But today
something cracked. Today, he could feel the dead end looming over him. Today,
he started losing his vision.
It happened very fast. For a second he was confused what was
happening to him. Then the truth dawned in and he panicked. That flash of dark
made him realize what he was about to lose.
Only if there was a means to drive when blind, he wouldn’t need a chance to complain. But it seemed the thrill of driving was never in his fate till the end.
Only if there was a means to drive when blind, he wouldn’t need a chance to complain. But it seemed the thrill of driving was never in his fate till the end.
He drove all night, but his heart was not content. He drove
on as the first ray of dawn shone on the windshield setting his face aglow. He
had made up his mind. Leaving everything behind he sped on. The car could no
longer be seen…vanishing into the distant horizon.
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