The Stranger in the Mirror

The image you see, stares back at you. You do not want to face the harsh reality. You try to look away, but when you look back, it stares back at you. You cannot hold its gaze, for it knows you more than you know yourself. Its waiting for you to make your move but you are weary of its sinister tricks.

You sense that the air around you is thick and heavy. The musky smell of aftershave filling your nose. You see your half naked self staring back at you in the early hours of the morning waiting for you to shave. You pick up the shaver and start shaving, looking and always looking to see if the person staring back at you makes a mistake.

He cuts himself and you realized you are bleeding. The blood flows down your cheeks and you stand there fixated. Pain is good. You wash the blood of your face, and ask the man in front of you.

“Who are you?”

And he replies “I am you.”

Content with the answer, you smile at him and he smiles back. The mirror which saw you grow up doesn’t lie. You know this. But…

So till my next post ya, its bye from Ganz.

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