A piquant paradox unveils between the woman and the mirror, along with layered relationships. An exclusive for Different Truths.
Mirror, mirror on the wall, I see you, but I see you more when I don’t see you. Mirror, mirror on the wall, you see me, but you see me more when you don’t see me. I am the sun that is untouchable to you, exiled to another distant earth. I am the moon that fails to wane, eclipsed by the treason of time, indefinite. I am that Proxima Centauri who has wandered unfathomable light years away from you. I am that failure, sans identity, who scares you, if visible. You are my reflector who fails to pardon me any further. I see you more when I don’t see you. You see me more when you don’t see me.
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Wonderful poem Rituparna