Mirror Mirror!! Shut up but listen to me.

“You know she smiled at me on the subway. She was with another man”, Rahul kept murmuring.

“Shut up! Will you?” the mirror shouted back.  “You are just assuming yourself to be James Blunt”

With this, Rahul indulged himself again into a long evening chat with his mirror. Rahul doesn't know that the mirror speaks to him. But somehow he understands that he must present his best performance in front of the mirror. And he does it fabulously, doesn't he? Every time he goes out, he makes sure he looks perfect in front of his mirror. It’s like he has a secret love affair with his mirror and he has got no clue about it. The mirror just laughs it off cause it believes that Rahul does everything for it.

Sounds like a self obsessed mirror! Sheea.

The mirror kept listening to Rahul as he bored it with the entire so called fling story. The woman, whom Rahul supposedly met at the food court, was having a crush on him, according to him.

“Another step towards wasting time”, sighed the mirror.

Rahul didn't stop until he realized he was getting late for tuition. He started arranging his books. But something stopped him. He kept standing near his desk for a long time.

“What is he thinking now? Will he go to the food court again tomorrow and see if the lady is still there or not. Oh well! She should be. He just said she was looking all formal and was probably employed in the shopping mall itself. Oh my oh my, I am such a Sherlock!”

After getting into such an obvious conclusion, the mirror still looked concerned for its best mate. Rahul hasn't move a bit for almost 2 minutes now. That’s approximately close to a decade.

And why shouldn't it be concerned?

The mirror was the only thing in the world that knew Rahul through in and throughout. It has seen him naked; it has seen him make out with his gf, get ditched and so many other things. Oh wait! Did I just forget to mention, that it has also seen him try to cover his neck with a rope a few months ago?

It was only because of the mirror that made him change his mind that day. Just as he was about to kick away the chair beneath his feet, he was lucky to have a look at himself against the bedroom mirror. The rope around his neck did not make him look handsome at all. The two passport sized photos of his gods attached on the top right hand corner of the mirror did everything to make their son stop from committing a mistake.