The city of self that i behold is a fascinating one, it embodies strange thoughts and fancies and demands; things that seem weird and impossible. It does weird things…without reasons. Everyone has it I think.
Looking in the mirror is one such of its whims. However strange it may seem, but I really never had the need to. I never even thought of looking in my mirror-self and its strange. Its strange because ideally being a girl I should have. Even while making my hair I cannot remember if I had ever the need to look at one, because I was adept at it. Be it making a pony tail, or a braid or be it parting my hair, I could always do it without having to look at it. And otherwise also looking at a mirror to see myself or posing in front of it was not my thing. Maybe, because the mirror did not have that much of an importance in my life, just a useless piece of accessory… or no..maybe because i was a tomboy. May be it was my confidence in myself. Or you might call it overconfidence.?! was it my pride? or was it my faith? was it because i deemed myself to be perfect? or was I content with my imperfections? was it right? or wrong?whatever the reason might be..I had never looked at myself in a mirror before, until one day when i was forced to see. ….and thereafter i have started to look at it, though its just a little, yet i look at it now..and i cannot tell if its right or wrong for I don’t know whether i see it because i have lost my self-belief. Or because is it only now that i have started to look at the devils inside myself.!!
Contemplations 