My mirror reflection said wistfully,”Your hair has turned grey !” I replied gracefully “But these are streaks of rich experiences,Highlights of mental and physical maturity.”My reflection was impressed immensely,It smiled approvingly back at me.
My mirror reflection said apologetically,”Your face is all wrinkled!”I replied thoughtfully,”But these are indelible impressions of a life lived,Laughing or crying, losing or winning.”My reflection was moved mightily,It smiled contentedly back at me.
My mirror reflection said emphatically,”You have too many scars all over your body!”I replied positively,”But these are incredible natural signatures,Of endurance when life battled trials and tribulations.”My mirror reflection softened instantaneously,It smiled agreeably back at me.
My mirror reflection said gravely,”Your body is full of stretch marks!”I replied emotionally,”But these are natural proofs of motherhood,Permanent marks telling the story of metamorphosis.”My reflection sobered miraculously,It smiled serenely back at me.
My mirror reflection said seriously,”Your eyesight is surely blurred!”I replied maturely,”My eyes witnessed triumphs, tears impacting them,But surely widened the horizon of worldly vision.”My reflection was influenced favourably,It smiled tenderly back at me.
My mirror reflection said pityingly,”You have become far too old.”I replied calmly,” So hugely fortunate am I to have experienced,The depth and the long length of precious human life.My reflection was stirred profoundly.It smiled divinely back at me.
-by Preeti Kandpal Pathak
Author’s bio:
Being an army officer’s wife, Preeti Pathak has got the best of travelling experiences and has seen the myriad beautiful cultures of the country. She has done MA B.Ed. plus several years of teaching experience in various schools. She loves music, reading, composing poems, and short stories.
