In the mirror.

Mirrors have always been a reflection of ''what we are'' but they tell nothing about ''who we are'' to me personally which is the whole point of our existence. who are we from inside . I wish the mirror could tell how much sadness resided inside us , the happiness we have, the doubts that often makes our chest pain, the kindness that keeps us alive , this all can't be seen. So now that it has been months to the event that took my being away for a while , I feel ready to talk about it now , that I have gotten over it . In those months the mirror was my biggest rival cause whenever I used to look in it only the face felt familiar the hair and lips the nose too but the eyes! I would keep searching for the spark , the smile , the soul everything in me but the mirror just couldn't be the way. I stopped looking in the mirror , my pride was lying in the dirt and so I couldn't look up, for sometimes all of me lost . As a person you can afford losing everything but not oneself.

But again there comes a time where you can talk about it all ,after a long time I can say this that I found my self in the mirror , I met her she is just as lively and as charismatic as she was before. This mirror is very strange thing although its a mere reflection but how we base our whole personality on it . I don't know if this article makes sense or not but just felt like writing and sharing this with you my dear reader - that ones the war with your self is over it will all be worth it.

sending sunshine your way.