Orange Eye and the Mirror

It’s morning now. The rays of sun passing through the clouds, like the undone hair spread on a girl’s face wakes me to a new bunch of ideas, undiscovered yet. The lazy breathe of the nature in synchronization with mine, pushes me for yet another day, full of excitement, freshness and the strange uniqueness. In this moment of acute amazement, I try to justify how each day passes onto another with minimum feel of change. But with a little change of perception on all the small things we take for granted, life is vibrant, its mystic colors and magical tune that relates toes with toes connects lives like a mirage.

I get up to the mirror, and see how unkempt I look. Roughness today is very trendy. It defines the youth and its own defined coolness. But swallowing the big lump of reality, that people like me ignore for the sake of not understanding our own stand on it, I reconcile my arguments with what is acceptable to my mind. We criticize it, we discuss about the pros and cons of everything new and its resultant culture formation in parlors, parties and public, but with every word that we speak against it, we tend to realize the green signal that each one of us has given it in our lives.

Politicians, parents, lecturers and friends try to shape our ideas and conceptions about the world and its behavior, but we never actually resign our minds to it in our lives. What we bring into realization is what we see, analyze and finally believe. Perceptions may be different, but truth remains the same, raw, nude and simple.

The sun has now risen over the horizon, and what I actually believe has lost its importance, till the next morning sun opens its orange eye on the mirror.


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