Mirrors

‘Mirrors intrigue me. How could a plain piece of glass reveal so much; the past, present and future?’ Her voice trailed off as I walked to the mirror on the wall before me. I leaned in.

You have been better, the heart hissed.

Don’t dwell anywhere but the present; mind murmured the lesson it was taught ages ago.

It’s a futile effort of the fool, she would say. I wasn’t a fool. I would never be one. But this notion of hers, of knowing the future beforehand, was an irresistible one. The mind protested against the improbability of it; the heart pleaded to know how. I took a step back, letting the reflection of the past replace the present- A composed look, a waning smile. ‘The only condition dear is to seek and not to see, it said. Seek what? In a world where sight was the norm, ‘insight’ was a rare commodity. Oblivious to its fallacies, indulged in its fantasies, we fall for this world and all it offers. Merging wrong into right, separating a sense of conscience from a self of desires; we crave for more- one after the other, till our greed outlasts the thirst- And when chaos finds its way back home, all we can do is pray that at least gravity is there to stop our fall.

I looked up, letting the present take over again- A withered look, a composed smile stared back. I had seen this smile, a temporary facade, a pretence to conceal the raging storm inside. Like I said- They reveal a little too much; Mirrors intrigue me.