In the hall the mirror hangs for all of us to see.
Everything it contains is borrowed from outside. We look beyond its surface. The mirror itself is never seen.
It is as fragile as the glass of its making, as ephemeral as the glance of our eyes, as permanent as our sense of self.
It lives on memories, lives on fear, on insecurities, on love, care, despair, kindliness, spite. The mirror reflects perfectly, yet leaves nothing looking quite the same.
For all of us to see hangs the mirror in the hall.
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Notes:
1. Written on 10th May, 2022
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