Every morning, the bus from my place passes by a center for the visually-handicapped. Typically, one or two passengers in the bus are blind and are travelling alone. This is a normal day-to-day scenario before I go to office.
There are times when I wake up at the wrong side of the bed. I know that my day won’t start right. Everyday, I see the same visually-impaired people commuting to the center. I am so used to it that I am blinded to see how they continue to run their life no matter which side of the bed they wake up.