A Girl With A Mirror

By

Ayushi Gupta

A girl like all other girls in their childhood started to make the mirror her own good friend. She also started to know the mirror, a mirror which was a step, a tool to know herself.

She touched her reflection in the mirror, but that was not the time when she knew she was touching herself, not only her reflection, but it was only her childhood. She never knew life. She just followed her mother when she used to comb her hair in front of the mirror, when she used to get ready for the day, she never realized the bitter truth of beginning a day. The irony of life which was there in those mornings when she used to watch her mother looking at herself in the mirror.

Time slipped rapidly and soon she was in her teenage years. She started to understand beauty, the sense of the mirror was now for dressing herself to look perfect. She was turning the relationship of acquaintance with the mirror to that of a best friend, one that used to narrate to her the new taste of life… it was her teens.

Teenage years were attractive, joyous, lovable and fresh for her. She was training in the art of admiring herself for hours in the mirror. She started to spend time, a lot of time with it.

The age of teenager never slips fast from the arms of time. It takes an era, obviously it teaches every teenager a lot about life… Yeah! That was her time, in which she felt in love with herself, but suddenly she felt the pit of responsibilities, the responsibility of career… That was one way to prove herself as the mirror proved to her that she is beautiful.

Now it was her turn to prove herself to support her beauty. Of course the hustle of life broke the chain of relationship of her friendship with the mirror. She started to drift apart from mirror; it was when she grew mature, when she crossed her teenage years. She remembered to be someone else every time. She now looked at herself in the mirror. She saw herself as successful. She has now left that beautiful teenage girl behind somewhere but where, she herself doesn’t identify, nor does the busy schedule give her a chance to. Those years of struggle and constant hard work changed themselves to an era of her professional work where she now confronts the mirror just to take a look at herself before any meeting. She sighs and move on. Time again slipped and took her to an age of confusion, where she was in front of the mirror but couldn’t recognized herself. As, whenever she saw herself in the mirror, she felt the burden of another heap of responsibility and pain of letting go and leaving loved ones behind.

She again saw herself in the mirror that she was beautiful, she was the most beautiful she had or can ever be again. It was her wedding and she could not feel or enjoy her prettiness. This time she herself slipped time from her arms and was now a mother of a girl in her early age. The girl who was the same age as she when she first encountered the mirror while watching her mother in it and now she found her daughter doing the same. She was admiring her, which was the beginning of the same cycle. She sighed and kissed her forehead and blessed her while introducing the mirror.

Now I would like to ask all the girls reading this article, just one question ”Do you don’t miss that mirror now?”

Ayushi Gupta

Ayushi Gupta is pursuing a Bachelor’s Degree in Journalism and Mass Communication from TeerthankarMahaveer University, Moradabad in India. She has completed her schooling from St. Joseph’s Senior Secodary School, Kanpur in India and has a very keen interest in freelance writing.