She looked into the mirror and immediately changed her
expression. One can lie to the lens but not the mirror. It simply reflects what
is put in-front of it. She was this strong willed and determined lady past her
teens. She was an achiever of sorts. A brilliant student, a dutiful daughter, a
caring friend and now a responsible employee. But to her, this didn’t fit her
description.
She often felt caught like a deer in the headlights. Her
every move, every decision in fact her whole life had been scrutinized and
dissected. She wanted to spend time on herself and with others of her choice
without any social pang or guilt. Whenever she spoke her mind, her close ones
just acted indifferently. Her feelings were the same of an athlete who had lost
legs in an accident.
With time she devised a plan. She donned the garb of a
cheerful and happy person. She learnt to smile artificially. She became a
master at it. So much that it was difficult for ever her to differentiate
between the fake and real smile. The underlying vent in her erupted sometimes unprecedented.
Some couldn’t take it and those who did stood close to her. Nobody knew what
she felt like or what her thought was. Then one fine day it surfaced. She had
been carrying it with her for ages until someone noticed it. It read “Fragile – Handle with care”.
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