Thursday, October 24, 2013

Through the looking glass…

A porcelain beauty, dressed in creamy white flowing attire. Her body carved in a curvaceous perfection, her complexion like that of a spotless lily, her choco-blond tresses, rose bud cheeks and tulip petal lips…. she was an immaculate beauty. A glance at her would make you believe that fairy tale princesses are for real. Her smile had the power to herald spring, her glow could light a million desires, her melodious voice could make the tides take a high leap… she was like the tranquil, breezy, moonlit night by a serene waterfall. Heavens would bow down beneath her feet to caress her tender feet. She had it all- the name, fame, money and glamour, but her eyes…

Her eyes were grey in pain, deep and lonely like a dried up well, as if someone had unlocked her heart and stole away her soul. Though she’d hide it well under the veil of her beauty and smile, but the mirror was hard to betray. When she’d peep into that looking glass, a mere eye contact of the girl in the reflection would set her crystal-eyes spell pearls. Slowly ruining the calm in them and turning them a fiery red in hurt, like fresh bruises on her faith.

Despite of being blessed with abundance, there was something gravely amiss in her life. But for how long could she escape the reflection in the mirror. So, she finally met the eyes of the girl in the looking glass, who made her feel vulnerable. She stood naked in front of her, staring hard at her while she mocked at the utter hollowness of her blessed looks.

After hours of self-pity, the other side of her stopped the torture. Having shed all the covers of apprehensions and by embracing her naked self, the regret had left her too. She realized her soul was not stolen; it only lay there aloof, locked in memories of one whom she’d given herself to and did not deserve her. Shaking off the self-built shackles of devotion towards that demon, she finally felt the numbness wear off. Self-love and respect now flowed back into her arteries, making her warm again. And that’s when the curve of her smile lit up her no longer grey eyes, gleam in acceptance. And through the looking glass, she heard herself talk after ages…

“It’s okay to let go those who don’t deserve you. A lot of such people have a role to play, so as to twist the tale of your storyline; but forget not that you are the protagonist on the stage of your life.”

PS: A rough piece of random scribbling from college days made me re-craft this piece. This one is for anyone who has had a tough time in accepting the reality (whatsoever its nature be) and had to fight self ‘through the looking glass’.  As I wrote it, I also thought of some dear ones, hope you find the courage to be back being yourself again, soon!

1 comment:

  1. A sweet melancholy indeed!
    Very well written Himani.:)
    Captivating piece of writing!:)