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She stared at the mirror, rain falling against the glass was the only sound, except her inner scream. Her lips parted in shock, shaking, her eyes unblinkingly glued to the mirror. A 14 year old high schooler stared back at her, her hair a mess, right strap of her bag torn, her clothes dripping wet. The other children snickered in the backdrop, pointing at her, teasing her, as the water dripped from her hair onto her clothes. A streak of lightning lit up the dark gloomy sky, matching the shade of her pale cheeks, with red oozing out, the scene seemed almost phenomenal when lightning lit up the room, thunder shook up the floor, as a drop of red fell to the ground. The same tint of red was on the others clothes, where they had wiped their hands clean. Her reflection stood looking at her with blank, soulless eyes, an expressionless face, everything a façade.
Ria, the CEO of the most prestigious company in the country, a multimillionaire, quite deserving of her position. She was intellectually intelligent, and always made it to the front page of the newspapers bringing in tremendous profits into her company, every week. She was the face of 'FemiMiss', leading all the women empowerment programs in the country. Uncountable girls and women looked up to her as their role model. Last week the product manager of her company was caught red handed, embezzling company funds. The guilty manager was nowhere to be found the next day and her company went almost bankrupt overnight. Past the last 156 hours, 37 minutes and 41 seconds, she was sitting in front of her mirror. Her hand, motionless on the floor, held her phone in a sweaty grasp, which was full of numerous missed calls and messages from her friends and family. She had brought the mirror when her company got their first international branch office. The mirror covered a whole wall in her room, and opposite the wall was the glass wall, which looked down on the busiest roads of her city. There she sat, on the floor, where she had fallen, when she saw her reflection, her terrified expression ever so visible in the lightning that lit up the room. Ria saw herself, in her teens, experiencing a past she never had. On the other side of the mirror was her younger self, and the only thing common was the way people looked at her. When people read the newspaper last week and saw her company's downfall, they shook their heads, sighed deeply and stared at her pitifully, looking at her like a helpless girl, the same way the kids saw her reflection.
Her reflection.....it was a past she had never known, an event that never happened....
Ria was a bright girl and all her fellow peers admired her. Her parents were very supportive and were very encouraging. Whenever the 14-year-old Ria looked in the mirror, a successful woman who led a successful life and had made a place for herself in the world, smiled back at her, brimming with confidence, her aura emanating success. Ria believed in herself and saw a bright future ahead of her, so she had walked all this way with unconditional confidence in her character. Ria saw herself as a person who never gives up and the world saw her the same way.
But now, her reflection scared her, it terrified her. She could hear her heart pounding, as she sat, rooted to the spot. She was no longer confident in herself and is this showed in her reflection.
Our inner reflection is the way we see ourselves as a person when we look into our soul. The world will treat us the way we treat ourselves.
If anybody didn't understand the story, I'm sorry, but I am leaving an explanation and please excuse my clumsiness.
The story talks about a world, where you see yourself, whatever you may be, the others see you the same way. A world where people's personalities are their bare souls. A world of infinite possibilities. A world no less than a magic mirror, where you are your own inner reflection, where you decide who you are. Ria is like any other person and her life is an example how the way we see ourselves can affect our lives. The world in this story may be a fiction, but there is some truth in the theory, the final meaning of the story varies with how you percept it.