I look at the mirror as soon as I wake up. I don't see anyone new on the mirror. It's same old person that I am seeing for ages. The mirror just reflects me, after every landmark in my life, when I look at the mirror it shows me a new person; a person that has evolved from a milestone. I get used to the new person on the mirror until I reach another landmark. I do not know how many new faces I have seen on the mirror, but I distinctly remember the most recent one. The one that has bowed to life, reached equilibrium, radiates wisdom, last not but not the least is seeing the self with utmost piety.

I never hated the earlier ones that faded away nor do I love the new person on the mirror. I wonder what if I meet every other person who has faded away in me over the years. Whom will I like, whom will I discipline, whom will I swear to forget. Ah! That’s a tough choice. If I had had the wand to change my past, I will start my life again and create the most beautiful person, which the mirror will envy to reflect; the person that cannot be seen by the naked eyes.

I want to go back with this new face, meet all those that fretted me, fumed at me and loved me.  Ah! The wave is spreading now and it will reach the desired shores soon, and the tides will return to me soon with fortunes, truth, and grace.