“I wish I could see her again!
She would come to me on her good days, when she was as happy as she can ever be. She used to come to me on her proud days, when she felt satisfied with her efforts and got acknowledged for her hard work. She used to come to me unannounced, too bad she now stays inside me forever.
We used to talk for hours. She would tell me that her best friend hurt her in a silly fight. She used to show me how they danced to her favourite song in the park near the river. She used to send me pictures when me she had a good hair day. She would show me every new dress she got. She would come to me when her dad scolded her and she blamed herself for not fulfilling his expectations. She would come to me on her bad days, when everything in her life used to overwhelm her, when everything was falling to pieces, when everything that she had carefully built for so many years was getting dismantled.
But no one knew how strong she was, only I did. Only I knew how strong she was when she thought of giving up, but didn’t. How she would rise in the face of every new challenge and took the world head first. And God, was she beautiful! I used to tell her how beautiful she was but she couldn't see it, she couldn’t see herself through my eyes. I knew each and every part of her, down to her very soul. But she didn't believe me. For she came in unannounced and she left silently, leaving me with just memories of the days when she loved herself and of the days when no one would dare to love her.
The last time she visited she was happier than I had ever seen her. She told me that she had found someone, someone who made her heart skip a beat, someone who made her world a bit more colourful. She went away with him. It’s been a while now. I miss her. I wish I could visit her, see her perfect face again, watch her dance one last time, bury my face in her hair again, but I am stuck on this wall. I’m a mirror. I’m a mirror she can’t avoid.
I just wish I could see her again!” - From Varanasi, India
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