Blindless Mother

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I was walking down the street in my home town Kandy in Sri Lanka one evening, when it started to drizzle.

I stopped under a tree expecting the rain. I set my eyes on a woman down the street, begging for food, from passersby.

I asked the lottery vendor close by, “Why is she doing that?”.

“Someone dropped her off here this morning..I think it was her son”, he said.

I got up close to her, and tried to capture her emotions.

Her eyes were blind, but I knew her heart was not.

I captured her in a ‘moment’ and looked at the picture on the screen.

I thought she was trying to say something…

something like “ I saw my child as a prince when he was born in the village.

Oh! But I am not a lucky mother to see my little prince as a king in this giant city.

Because God chose me to never see him…. But to hear him…..”

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- Sadun Bandara

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