What is the story behind those wrinkles around the eye? Do they know who they address when looking in the mirror? Or are they just silent spectators to a reflection of the body that carries them...?
Contemplations...thoughts...desires... Dreams! There is too much tension of too many words with too many syllables that the thoughts of the one in the reflection are screaming out... Too much for the wrinkles, around the forehead, to comprehend and act upon.... Slow down...breath..sink it in..reflect!
A hazy reflection of the wrinkles now grows in the clamorous eyes of the one being reflected and just then...a sudden calm draws in consuming the noise of the silences between them, almost as though a truce has been made!
Alas, can the two reflections..the two contrasting decibels of thoughts...ever be one? For if they were to consume each other, they would become oblivious of their own realities...!!
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