At the Tower of London

Near the Tower of London, at the front of it and all around, there are wooden boards with pictures and texts that tell you the history of the building. And other details.

It has the same writings in many languages - including English, French, Bengali, Hindi and - Braille. I saw these little dotted inscriptions at the very end of each page. The last language, the language of those people who can never see the object on which the history and stories were based.
Still.

I wondered what purpose this would serve. Why would anyone want to be aware of, leave aside read about, things that are not perceptible through his available senses - does it not merely heighten his sense of loss, deprivation and helplessness. I really thought about this long after I left the place.

You know what, perhaps it actually works the other way round. You welcome and embrace whatever comes your way, in whatsoever quantum, and plant that inside to enrich your self; use that tiny stream of light to light up a corner rather than pronounce the existing blackness. Feel blessed for that single ray even if your home is not flooded with light and someone else's is. Because that is just the way it is. Not too good or fair, perhaps, but at day-end it isn't really the flat score that matters, it is more about the differential, the path travelled, the personal victories and the inner triumphs.


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