Every sense is magical.

It was late December,I was at the park around the corner, sitting observing,the seniors talking to each other, smiling at  others' words, but can't make out what they are conversing about. The features on their faces out of the emotions  say a lot, it was quite amusing to notice those little things, never got bored....!!! so  I did not notice the  kid of about two years  younger came to my side and asked me "what I was reading?", as  I deduced  his actions to be so I showed him my book, he tried to read as much as he could and ran away as his parents called....the parents constant hovering when you are a kid...

I'm alone and lonely I try spending my time seeing beauty of the world in small things...people like me communicate through actions, but  in our world  words like 'sound', 'music', 'ringing', 'noise'... is something which we consider to be like the presence of God to normal humans-hard to believe in  or out of the world

I've never understood it.

When we read about them in books how sound-The particular auditory effect produced by a given cause- is a result or cause of  actions...the chirruping of birds, sound of horns, the baby's cry when born, the sound of wind blowing,.....or the sound of my cry, it is way out of my limit of imagination, but  I have always been curious...

To me, people singing their songs or gyrating on the dance floor is like making a fool out of themselves...then I have learnt that people are moved to tears by music and words when said with the effect to touch your feelings. That was the hardest thing for me to acknowledge or to wrap my head around.

          As you might have understood by now that

I was born profoundly deaf, so I was abandoned when I was a baby.
Until  a few days ago someone sponsored  me a pair of hearing aids for the first time, the former described life has been my life. Though I have had known  the existence of such aids through my teachers at the orphanage, being a kid never had the means to treatments or aids.

The first thing I heard was my shoe scraping across the carpet; it startled me. I have never heard that before and out of ignorance, I assumed it was too quiet for anyone to hear.

I sat in the doctor’s office frozen as a cacophony of sounds attacked me. The whir of the computer, the hum of the AC, the clacking of the keyboard, and when my best friend walked in I couldn't believe that he had a slight rasp to his voice. He joked that it was time to cut back on the cigarettes.

That night everyone at the orphanage surprised me singing " Happy birthday  to you", tears rolled down my eyes, I thought to myself it is indeed my birthday, when I can cry out to hear my tears...so a new chapter in my life began...

         Being able to hear the music for the first time ever was unreal....