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Sweet sounds of laughter and also a shy smile of
a beloved child, comes back on the minds portal like a beautiful stream
of crystal clear water running down the crevices of a wonderful green
mountainside. The sparkling water of the stream is like the spirited laughter
of the child. The music and the joy that I can recreate is never ending. I can re live those moments and enwrap myself with joy over and over again
any number of times.
Time takes me from day one when I encounter it, just
onwards like the "Charge of the Light Brigade". I just go on and on, I never
stop, I never sit by the wayside, I just drift along on the wings of the
wind.
One fine day in a strange mirror outside of the house, the face
that looks back at me looks different. It is someone else's face, lined with
wrinkles, with laugh lines and dark patches under the eyes. Strangely I am startled to see that face. How could that be me I wonder. Does my mirror
have a personal affinity to me? Does it show me only that which I want to see?
Why does it not show me my wrinkles and laugh lines and dark circles? Why is this strange mirror honest with me?
I wonder if this happens only to me.
Does my mirror indeed lie to me?
