Mirrors....

Mirrors..are like a small obsession all women have.

They cant overcome the impulse of gazing at their reflection ,
wether its the morning check in the mirror before steping out o the house..or a quick glance in the window of a shop, a mobile screen gone dark,or even a car standing in sunlight...its a pleasure they fail to resist.understandable that is ofcourse.its a big wrld luking at u all the time isn it..



Its such a common well known fact that u dont even need to disscus it.n thats exactly the reason ,i was startled wen i saw her.she was that girl with beautiful sparkling or rather magical eyes.she was gifted with the innate ability of making everybody feel wanted.A feeling most people would die for.the feeling that their existence mattered.she cud make everybdy go hysterical with laughter and never let the place go silent, her laughter echoing in the place all the time..



All the time i spend with her during my vacations i never saw her once luking in2 the device we all are so fond of.All of those times in which she did find herself infront of a mirror it was an accidental,hurried glance which drained all colour out of her face and made her abruptly turn away.wat followed was countless minutes in which stood frozen still, caught in the horror of wat she had just witnessed,as if she cudnt get away,like she was just mumified alive.



why?i kept on guessing.maybe she despised her existence,or maybe she was able to c in her reflection,wat other people couldn't..the sinful soul she always hid from..and desired to escape.. or then again maybe not...

wat i cud never figure out was only one thing..
was she right or the rest of the world wrong?