A longing for survival

I wonder what’s so hard and arduous for the so-called abled and normal people to realise that we, the not so abled and normal, have souls and heart also and, most importantly, feelings.

They need roads and pavements to move, we too need a little extra, i.e., ramps. To cater to this seems so onerous.

When I sit on my wheelchair, I hear people saying sometimes, “so sad, he is on a wheelchair”. I tell myself, “yes, I am sad, not because I can’t walk independently, but sad that I am not able to move around freely and because I cannot be wheeled to every place I want.”

It is not sympathy that we want or pity that we desire, but “empathy”. We are also brought into this world as any one of you abled people. We are not unfortunate, but fortunate that we have a good, and a loving, heart. We do things which may give us pleasure but we do not hurt any one on purpose.

The only thing that we desire is the warmth and a feeling that we too are a part of this society and that we too are wanted.