Dear my reflector, Hello there! How's your life going? Such a long time since we have faced each other Yeah I know the fault is mine. And I am here to apologise and confess. What? Leave it. If I go down the memory lane, you were my favourite zone since my childhood. All those bindis papa designed, all those dressing arts my mother taught me to apply, the hug they gifted to their princess were all around your sweet corner. I grew, I started grooming myself. Since childhood, I tried so many hair ties, make-up applying ways where I hardly succeeded but had great fun. In that way, you made me fall in love. Love, love, love with whom? Maybe with myself, maybe with you. I think that's why I can feel the distance between us so much, now. It was till previous year, I was a regular visitor to your place. I haven't yet forgotten how you saved me from my despair, 'cause I felt dressing was something to heal me of my pain. But my ethics changed, so had I. I rarely visit you nowadays, if my hidden darks get revealed, I fear. Dressing is something to cover reality to me now, and you, an honest confessor, no more a place of fun. No, you aren't much far away from dwell but now I'm drenched in more of virtuality than facing real self, real reflection. I fear of being judged by the world outside. So I fell out but my love hasn't. My love is intact. You give me answer to my distress, till now. I have betrayed you, haven't I? Memories fade, you know. Do you still remember me? Do you remember those sweet old days? Hope you'll be forever for me. Hope you won't misunderstand me. Hope you understand how much you mean to me.
