Reflections of a mirror
You must have written autobiographies of many living and non-living things as part of your English essay writing. So here’s another one and this time it’s a mirror. Interestingly, a mirror in a room of a teenage girl. Wanna know what girl’s looks mean? Read on.
There she comes again. Now she will have a good look at herself. “My hair!” (sigh) “Why is it so dry and rough? Why can’t I have beautiful silky hair like ….. ?” Ya, all the hours and efforts she spent are useless because someone else has silkier hair. Why are these girls never satisfied with their looks? Everyone is always in want of some more beauty.
Oh no! She has a pimple on her face and day after tomorrow is her freshers’ party. Her face has a look of betrayal that probably Caesar’s face had when he was stabbed by Brutus. There is a specific reason for this. Yesterday she wore one of her best dresses to college. And the twinkle in her eyes told me it was useful. Now when she has her army of matching dashlets (bracelet, anklet etc.) ready for party… How cruel life is. (Sigh)
It seems just like yesterday when she was in school and used to sit in front of me twisting every possible muscle of her face to get a new scary expression that she could use to scare her friends during picnic or pyjama party. I remember one incident when she was trying to fold her eyelids so that red portion shows out, making face look scary. Finally after a whole exasperating day when she managed it her expression was as if she had scored full marks in Mathematics (her equivalent for “conquered the Everest”). Those days seem just like yesterday when she first put on her uniform and went to kindergarten. Or the days when her milk teeth fell and she used to be upset because she looked “ugly” and everyone teased her. When her hair first grew long enough and she tied piggy tails, when she was first allowed to put on make-up, when she first draped a sari.
I can’t see any trace of that young piggy-tailed girl now. And I never again will. She’s gone forever. But the good news is that I might get to add her “first crush” or something similar to the list above.
