The Autobiography Of A Broken

"THE BROKEN MIRROR THAT CANNOT SPEAK BUT CAN ALWAYS CONVEY ITS EMOTIONS "

It was a bright sunny morning, time for some fun and relaxation, afterall vacations are here!!.Me and my little pet Tom were getting ready for a picnic in the forest hills with our gang of friends. After I was all dressed up I thought of looking at myself in the mirror before leaving. Suddenly the mirror fell down and broke into pieces.. I was absolutely quiet for sometime, there was complete silence everywhere even the leaves of the tree was not moving and the winds stopped gushing through the window.I kept looking at the broken pieces of mirror on the floor with a blank mind and thought did the pieces of mirror tried to say something?

I went back in the flashback and realized that when the mirror was hanging on the wall it was looking very calm and composed but now there was definitely something wrong as if it had pain within. I felt like it was crying and pleading for help and saying again and again-Please join me back to my original self but unfortunately it was not possible to do so.The picnic was cancelled coincidentally due to the sudden change in the weather forecast.

With a cup of coffee in my hand, I sat near the window sill and was lost in my deep thoughts.

 I started thinking that if we humans can feel pain why not a glass mirror? Although I was aware of the fact that it was a non living body but that doesn't mean that it did not have any kind of emotions.The mirror did have some kind of feeling which was not meant to be expressed in words but was trying to explain me through its condition. 

The broken pieces of the mirror seemed as if it was not just shattered into pieces but also from within. I kept thinking the entire day that the mirror which shows us our trueselves, helps us to peep within us and correct our mistakes as an individual is it right to leave it just like this? This fact kept bothering me and I couldn't get a proper sleep that night.The mirror did not have its own voice but made me understand its real value and identity. The very next day I tried my level best to join the pieces of the mirror and by God's grace I was actually successful.. that was a true victory!!.

After this incident I felt like as if I have not saved a broken mirror's life but actually a human being this was the kind of happiness and a sigh of relief I experienced. Now, the mirror was back to its original self and was hanging in the wall. Somehow, I felt it said-THANK YOU