Long before human beings started humiliating among themselves in the name of race……there lived a primitive tribe, they used to gather in a holy place along with the priest and started worshipping in front of a mirror. For some reasons or the other, mirror fell and broke into pieces. Those priests grabbed the pieces they could get and ran in different directions. That holiest place in the world still   exists and yet no pilgrims ‘mind’.

All those who walked on this earth had always went in search of the mirror, but often it ends up nowhere. On the other side, if we go in search of the problems or reflections, it always ends up in mirror. Exploration in to the intricacies of mind is peculiar because unlike other reasoning, the thing we are in search of and the medium we use to search is the same. Perhaps that may be the reason why ambiguity always embraces the judgement.

Mind is very often mistaken as virtual centre of thought behaviour and feelings, Failing to remember the past and behaving as though feeling has nothing to do with it, a wooden piece was lying on the ground. I tried to take in my hand, to my surprise it was breathing. Looked around for help, but with pain I witnessed some wooden pieces walking and few of them travelling in bus. Don’t be under the presumption that I am narrating a dream, but a truth you could see in any of the cities in this world. Without sacred mirror human beings could turn into a mere wooden piece.

Great achievers always looked for the reflections and they never allowed to break the mirror or in other words they listened to their conscience. Blood is oozing out of the broken mirror, what we can do is to hold together and listen to conscience. Let us listen to those insane people who rendered the same song but in different ways…

“Show me a single person,

Without the imprints of umbilical cord,

Until then let me believe in one.”

Mysteries surrounding the mirror will continue till end, but let us respond to the inevitable call, pilgrimage.
……when I was about to keep the pen after writing this piece, in the wall beside I could see two lizards one with a tail and other doesn’t have one.