Weaving Memories That Reflect

'' Mirrors .... beautiful sparkly mirrors ...they make you look perfect for the day.... ah.... take one home. Mirrors!'' The vendor pleaded at the top of his voice. He wanted to sell off at least one of them to get his meal. The old man tried hard but could not compete the young people selling their varieties. He was wrapped by sadness for that would have turned in to three days stretch not having a piece of bread.

 

Just at the moment a hand began searching through the stall. It went through every corner just to wait at the center. The old man gazed at the little girl to whom the hand belonged to. Nothing else he could see but her glittery eyes that happen to have reflected the rainbow through her iris. Suddenly their eyes met, and the man grew a bit nervous. The girl smiled with her cherry red lips and bowed to pick up the best mirror in the stall.

 

The vendor asked, '' Would you like to buy it?”. Girl replied, “Yes....Sure.... how much does it cost?”. The vendor said firmly, “What do you think?”. The girl was startled at the reflex but gathered to say, “I think...Rs 82" "So must be" The vendor replied with a smile yet having a loss of Rs 8.

The girl merely sang through lane that lead to her home. "I got the present. Yeah,"said the cheerful lad. She opened the beautiful gate with the least noise that could travel through the air and started heading towards the back door. She went straight to the entrance that read her name 'Oracle' just to lock her in. Oracle's bed was cluttered with the craft that she had collected all these years. “I must begin now “said the clumsy little girl. She packed a blissful present and stick all the glitter that she had. The last thing that went on the box was clean white paper strip. “For Sara, by Oracle “said the girl gleefully. "As soon as she arrives, I will give this to her."

 

Time went by and the sun headed towards west. “Mamma, I am in “said Sara with the happiest tone she could muster.” Hey girly Happy Birthday, “said Mrs. Arora."Thank you, mamma" "You know what...I wish to go for dinner tonight" and they began conversing. “Where you insist?" "Yes, to Indian Palm Villa I guess" "OK that is fine" "But what about Oracle, I feel awkward with her, will she know?" "Oh, don't worry, I have locked her in the room.” “But…” “I know it doesn’t have a lock but, she is unknown of the fact.” “Oh, you are great.” “After all she isn’t a part of our family anyways” “So, I will get ready in 15 minutes.”” Yeah then meet you near the swings.”

 

Not all the deep secrets remain hidden for long. Oracle heard every bit of it. The present that looked the best in its own way, slammed the ground by its edge and broke into two, like her little heart. Tears sprang from her eyes, but she gathered the courage to lift her present safely. The mirror yet remained intact. Oracle knew that she could never be accepted by her step sister, but she has always loved her. Her father had died after marrying this ugly lady who already had a college going girl. She tried but was unable to make a space that belonged to her within the crochet of her step mother and Sara.

 

With the mirror clamped in her hand she waited for them to leave. The gate was closed, and she slowly headed down stairs. With the tears making her eyes misty after each type. She went to the swing and held the mirror straight, so as to see herself along with her villa behind. She remembered her mother, father and hopefully Sara. Tears were souring by now. She wept them and slit beside the gap within the gate and began marching on the road. The mirror raised again to find herself and the beautiful lane she went through this morning. She remembered herself filled with charm and happy. She went ahead to capture the vendor she met this morning, slept with his stomach full. She saw his reflection and could remember how she chose the mirror. She saw the park through the mirror to find all her games she played alone. She cried but never stopped. She went further, only to find a beautiful sky jotted with glittery stars and the horizon that met the sea at a distance more than she could count. This time it wasn’t a park or street but clear, crystal sky. The mirror dropped at the edge of sea arch and so did she.

 

Sara went through the lane to look for Oracle after she saw the piece of her present. Yet that was what she had clamped in her hands.

Searching, screaming louder then she believed, came to the sea arch that behold the mirror. Yet leaning down, the mirror she lifted had something to tell her. She remembers, playing with her little sister just to please her and asking for a beautiful gift in return. Looking at mirror she saw herself, her eyes filled with tears and then she looked down the surface ,into the empty sea.