She looked at herself in the mirror, couldn’t see anything at all.
Her image had faded away, her existence was gone.
She stood there perplexed and pondered on just one question-
“When her image was not there, why was her existence still on?”.
There was no answer, not even a hint
She looked for an answer, or let’s say imagined one
The solution was rightly right there
and yet provided by none.
That day she did see an image in that mirror,
But ignored to accept it as hers.
Over the years she had changed so much,
She had become almost what she had once yearned.
And yet that day when she looked at herself,
She expected to see that little old girl
Who would run around and get what she wanted
Buy it, steal it, earn it, the way she wanted.
Today as she stood at a crossroad unable to do either,
She wanted that little girl to appear in the mirror
and yet again teach her the art of getting what she thought should be hers,
the art of getting who she thought should be hers,
the art of being HER.
-Stuti
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