“I can’t wait for the surgery to start reading again,” she had said.
“Wonderful!,” I had responded. “Hey, I’ve been transferred to the US for three years!”
Now there she was, engrossed in her book. I had waited three years to see this.
She’d have to start calling me ‘Rahul’ and drop the ‘my eyes’.
This is written in response to 55 on Friday at Write Tribe.
My grandfather, an avid reader, lost his sight almost completely when he was in his sixties. My grandmother would read to him every afternoon – and I can still recall her voice and his interruptions now and then to correct her pronunciation (!) or ask her to re-read a line.
Many people volunteer their time to read to the blind and the visually impaired. I have been seriously thinking of getting involved with the Talking Book Project.