The Literary Bay

I had a broken mirror at my home. Cracked and distorted. I remember feeling really uncomfortable by looking at the thing it showed me. It was broken, weak and pale. Showed me over and over again. So, I accepted it and tried to love whatever it showed me. It worked. Eventually, I fell in love with what it showed me. It convinced me that my weakness is my strength, my pale skin is beautiful and all my distortions enhances my look. I took pride in it, I started flaunting it.

One day, someone handed me an intact mirror. I flinched at the twisted imagery it showed me. I went back to my broken mirror over and over again and pushed this person far away. I kept on doing it until I got tired. But this person never left. He comes back and holds that mirror every time.

So, I gradually started using it. It took a toll of courage to do so. What's the difference? You may ask. It's the fact that broken mirror made me fall in love with all the distortions I had and it made me believe that this is all I got, intact one showed the same but it never glorified instead encouraged to change.

Yes, I do.

And I will keep on doing it.

Everybody needs to be drunk on something to forget their lives for once.

After all,

We are the graveyard of all our dreams

If someone mispronounces a word, that means they learned it while reading.

मेरी रूह तक को छू गया,

चमेली की कली सी मैं

उसपर अपनी खुशबू छोड़ गइ।