Mirror

She hadn’t really looked at herself in the mirror for a long time. She knew what she looked like. Every attribute, flaw was seared in her mind. Yet, she never just looked at herself in the mirror. Because, inside she knew she didn’t want to. She was scared of a truthful reflection. Yet, something strange happened, captured by a fleeting moment of curiosity, she took the plunge. Paused in an entire stillness, she really took a good hard look at herself. That bright, youthful glow in her face had dimmed. Upset by this, she held her face with a slight firmness-in wonderment of what she had done to herself. Closing her eyes to take a moment, she posed some questions: could I look at myself any longer? Would it hurt? Could I handle this?

zara

Leaning against the pillar at the back of the ballroom, I fully immerse myself into my surroundings. The gentle instrumentals of Bollywood music. The chatter and laughter of those catching-up with one another. The patches of confetti and flower petals signifying the bride and grooms entrance. The children running in between the tables, exploring their new- found playground. The vibrant colours and sparkling ornaments rightly infusing the couples’ cultural heritage into this very British ballroom. Amongst all these meaningful mementoes of celebration of this togetherness, I couldn’t keep my admiring eyes off my dear friend, the bride. There could be no greater happiness for me. To see the radiating joy from her and her beloveds face, as they shared this precious moment together. Even though my heart wasn’t too trusting of a mans’ love, I couldn’t help but love weddings.