I stood in front of the mirror. I expect to see my pretty face reflected in the glass.
But then someone from within the glass; someone who looks uncannily similar to me.
Someone staring at me with his defiant, piercing eyes.
Is this a trick of the light, Is the sunlight that streams into my room and falls on the glass, being reflected the wrong way? I moved to my window and drew the curtains before I looked again. But his apparition remains, his eyes devoid of the sparkles in mine, his cheeks missing the glow on mine, his hair lacking the lustre in mine, his lip not curving like mine used to when I smile... In fact, he is frowning. Who is he? A thousand questions regarding his identity bombarded my mind. What is this morosely mysterious figure doing in a place where I should be present?? Where my reflection should be present?? ......
And that is when I realize, this is not an anomaly... This is me myself...This is how I look like... And again the image in the mirror drew my attention to my future, when I will be active no more, when I will be drained of my youth. It reminds me of the tomorrow that I don't wanna face...the beginning of the end... It tells me that this day is not far when I will be sought after no more, when there is nobody left to care...
There in the distance, I hear the church bells chime... Maybe it's time for work... Because in the world I live in, Time commands everyone, everything...
