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I don’t want to see you

The smile is not there

Replaced with worry lines

You look defeated

With shoulders sagging at times

I don’t want to see you

My identical image in the mirror

It’s best I forget you

Or I’ll deem myself a failure



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I stared at my wrinkle willing it to go

It wouldn’t disappear, whereas I wanted no show

I rubbed at it with cream, every lotion I had

It was still there when I looked at it, “how sad!”



Young At Heart

What are your thoughts on aging? How will you stay young at heart as you get older?


Foggy Mirror


Past shadows pushed me into sorrow

Memories of rainbows pulled me though

What went in my life, what remains

My life experiences, the whole info

I am a pawn in the hands of fate

And the mirror is foggy, it won’t show


Mirror, Mirror, On the Wall

Think of your blog as a mirror: what does it reveal? Consider your blog name, theme choice, design, bio, posts… what does every element tell you about yourself?



Handle With Care
How are you receiving criticism? Do you prefer that others treat you with kid gloves, or go for brutal honesty?


Criticism couched in nice terms will always be preferable. Criticism one to one is also welcomed; I wouldn’t like it in front of an audience. With unjust criticism, one does feel disheartened. The right person with the right words makes you see where you are wrong, but doesn’t make you lose your self esteem, or worth as a person.

When someone rips into you, and tries to tear you to shreds: that’s what I don’t like.

This happened to me.

There were still a few months to go till my eighteenth birthday. My wedding date had been finalized. The naive person I was, I was wondering aloud in front of my aunt about my would be husband. That wasn’t the done thing in those days. It was considered shameless on the girl’s part to talk that way.

I was just airing my thoughts, “If I don’t like how he looks, how am I going to spend my life with him?” It was really stupid of me to voice my feelings before my aunt.

Probably I wanted some reassurances!

She barreled into me. “Have you looked at yourself? How is he going to live with your ugly face?”

I knew I was a pretty girl. See, how vain I was! In a few seconds my aunt demolished me.

It was as if someone had clobbered me over the head. Suitably chastened I headed inside, and peered into a mirror. The flaming red face of a girl looked back at me.

I have still not forgotten the sting of those words.


Life Without Mirrors

Daily Prompt: The Mirror Crack’d
You wake up one morning to a world without mirrors. How does your life — from your everyday routines to your perception of yourself — change?

This is the second time this week the WordPress grid won’t work for me. It won’t show my blog.


It is interesting that today there is a daily prompt about a mirror. Yesterday my daughter bought a mirror for my room here. I have hung it over the closet door (inside).

I have lived this past year without a mirror in my room (there is a wall size mirror in the bathroom). It wasn’t like I was without a mirror. There has been a time in my life, when we were without mirrors for a year.

We had left our furniture in storage, on one posting to a far off place. The home we got was an old one. There were no mirrors in the bathrooms. With two toddlers in tow, I never thought of a mirror. I didn’t have time to look in a mirror.

One thing I am used to now is looking into a mirror to check my teeth after meals. If mirrors went missing, I would be smiling not knowing about the food stuck to my teeth. With all the flossing I do, this calamity happens to me quite regularly.

When I buy some new clothes I check in a mirror to see whether they suit me. Without mirrors I won’t know.


Contemplating life without mirrors? I won’t even think of it.