Among the several birthday messages, there was one voice note. It was from Marryrose who is visually impaired and works at DC office, Williamnagar at the Helpdesk. It was really heartening to see that see remembered. As soon as I heard her voice note, I started typing the response.
And then it suddenly occurred to me that I should be recoding a voice note for her instead. How simply our subconscious just presumes that the person on the other side has the same life chances as us. Why aren’t we alive to the special needs of others. A touch of senility, or a trance of indifference? We must wake up from our clouding slumber.
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