My blue framed life.

By: Hameem Hussain

First, when I find out this world, when big persons leant over me to take me in there arms, there faces were clear, there smiles were perspicuous, there outlines perfectly distinct.

It was a great gift to me contemplating the sky.invading a little bit privacy of flowers exploring their details, shades of there colors...I've enjoyed seeing without any hindrance some of great monuments. I broke through grass in order to nail out labour aunt's route. 

now, it's not like that anymore. Life has blurred.the outlines trembling, face
unrecognizable and smiles distant. Uncommon fact is that's it's not due to the new technology, generation Y cherish so much but books. I've read. a lot. a thousand of books. For company, for adventure,for freedom, for friendship, love and wisdom. In the morning, the evening, in the bed enlightened by a tiny lamp. and that has been unfavourable for my eyes...

now i can't drive without help.i can't read number plates. can't see distinctly flowers ans leafs details. i can't appreciate at fair value the sharp colors of bird's feathers.at the blackboard formulas seem to mix up..

fortunately there is this blue frame. And my blue framed life still have extraordinary colors of past...