Blindfolded
SIX…FIVE…FOUR…THREE…TWO…ONE… I was already nauseous with all theses swirls they made me take. We are ready (A chanting voice came from the background) So am I, you guys are going to get caught in a minute! (I said teasing them) As usual, we are playing in the garden, near our building. No peeking! No cheating! (A familiar voice said in the background) With each voice, following that direction, I was waving my hands in the air. The blindfolds were tight enough for me to not to peek. I guess she is peeking, I heard some of my friends whispering. That voice came from the front. I little nervous, helpless, I didn’t know how to convince them that I really couldn’t see. I chose not to explain, and continued playing. The garden wasn’t large enough for them to hide for long. I was sure that one or the other person is definitely going to get caught. But kept searching, my hands kept on wavering. I began to realize blindfolds were more than just the piece of cloth and we weren’t kids anymore. We have been playing for ages now! You still haven’t caught me! (A voice came from nearby) When I put close attention to the voice I was hearing, I sensed desperation more than a tease. If I can hear them if can feel their presence around me why wasn’t I able to catch them. I felt a sudden urge to remove that blindfold and see everyone. It somehow turned out to be difficult. It wasn’t just one knot away. I realized that there were thousands of knots entangled with each other. I asked people to help me release it. But no one happened to hear me. I tried to release each of the knots on my own. When I finally removed the blindfold what I saw left me speechless…I saw –Every player had a blindfold. And every other person was hovering hands in the air in hope to catch someone or to get caught. Some of them were tired of playing and sat on the grass beside the other one holding hand. But the other one’s shirt was all dirty it looked like this one stumbled on the one that was sitting. I could see some of the people walking until the end of the garden with their blindfolds. The fold blinding us was entangled with the experiences we all had in our lives. I also saw two people walking together with blindfolds, one of them was bruised by the knees and hands, was guiding the other one. Some of them were trying to untangle the knots on their own. And that’s when I heard someone’s voice in the back, commanding everyone to hide, hovering her hands in the air. I think she just started playing…