The unequivocally important thing that is valued, recognized, and appreciated is beauty. May it be the beauty of nature or individuals, but how beautiful you look is determined by how you are looked at… once or once more. The true reflection is how we perceive ourselves and others through our biased lenses. Getting up in the morning to see the beautiful me is a norm, followed with the final touches before I set myself in motion to seek the admiration of the external universe, all of this for the other face of the mirror to be happy. The evening wind-down, also in front of the mirror, is to see the ghosts of the day put to rest, if I can.

The mirror has two faces, something that undeniably speaks the truth – “mirror, mirror on the wall…” not sure what truth is, but I want to hear what I want to hear. The other side shows me as the person who can or cannot wind down from the projected me. I have seen people with many faces of the mirror, as if they had a different definition of the mirror or they probably had too many mirrors. Their faces changing with times, places, and people in whose company they were, falsifying the earlier face. It felt like as if the mirror knew one part and the other part kept on changing as per what the person wanted to be… something like the 10-headed demon king whose mirror was probably too scared to speak the truth.

I believe I am an exception; the mirror on my wall has the only version now, about me which I am. I have my own demons which are hidden and buried from me deep into time for I have seen them… for I now know them. I have walked through some distance where my mirrors have spoken the truth and have been shattered till the time when the only thing I can see now is myself in the dust of the sparkle of glass that once used to be a complete mirror.

Today, as I got up to dress for an important meeting, something that will make or break my next step, I did not look at the mirror and the mirror did not have to lie. In the meeting, I spoke and behaved as me, without a facade to the unwanted surprise of whom I met. They were taken aback with my straightforwardness while I was trying to put my real face to my name. I think I was wrong, everyone needs a bit of a different version of us, as they are not comfortable with who we are. The same me is boring or too difficult to handle and unwanted, maybe we need more faces or more mirrors.

How many mirrors do you have?

The mirror has two faces.