Mirror as a gift. one crafted miles.
The first thing she does before getting out somewhere is to look at how she is looking. Occasionally, tip to toe looks on point. Remember, how confident we used to be? Those days. And then comes a bad hair day, a pimple on face to not so matched scarf, mess all of it.
She anxiously pokes you (society), isn’t this pimple looks big on my face; am I looking good? You smirked and said “Yes”, even without looking at her. The room was bizarre. She thought she was looking pretty. I know, I know it is not the makeup that makes you look good. Isn’t it cute when someone says you are pretty even without looking at you? No, it’s not cute. It’s not a fairy tale.
Have you ever realized the consequences of not being honest?
Well, no one could guess what’s next in this “it is not cute”.
The land of richness in diversity we indulge in looking at beauty even in pain. A condition of looking forward, taking big steps for one esteem, to feel beyond reality and to have control over a truth, with or without it’s visibility. So disgraceful of you, him and me. Why are we all okay to feel not okay? How can a human be so unobtrusive? Enclosed only within theory.
But she didn’t.
The eye for an eye with was she grew up. We are all familiar with tit for tat. It has its virtuality with different identity. Yet every retaliation circulates not just for fun, it is more aligned to one must be responsible enough for one action and its reaction.
The blissful gesture, softness and acceptance enlightens your relationship where cruelty and torment depicts chaos. We have been part and parts of it. We have been raised in such a manner to be good to good people, and vice versa.
Tit for tat was a return. Eff! Never knew there is an until; Until that time, if a person is not more senior than you. Stop even thinking of opposing something that is not acceptable if a person is “he”.
And we still wait. We wait without an idea of what we actually need to address. We can never get rid of it because one of us is enjoying this chauvinism.
She was never told to stop, yet more to be brave and fearless. To fight against self-destruction. No one told her to be quiet and tolerate it. Then why? किन? आज प्रशासन हल्यो।
Was she wrong to do that? If yes, why didn’t anyone inform her that this game of life is biased.
With a clueless head she was being entitled to an outrageous girl. Who made this injustice rule? Don’t be too shocked, if I say your name. My dear society, we both shared warmness in a womb for 9 months then why you own a cycle and I as a paddle?
Why were you never honest with her? Why didn’t you ever tell her that she was not looking pretty that day? She was covered with a lie at that certain time. Now imagine, how many lies we all have said throughout? How many lies we have believed.
How many ceremonies have gone without a mirror as a gift?