Mirror Talk
Seeing you in the mirror from the close-up, little kid look how much you’ve grown up. Snippets of memories flash in your eyes, from the times you’ve spent down the hell and up above the skies. All the times you took playing in the water, cause the depth of the ocean never turns you into nail-biter. “Hey look at my tattoos, aren’t they so cool?”, you smile with such confidence. A quality that was once concealed, now is so evident. Except they’re not tattoos but ugly scars, the fact that you joke about them now tells that you have come so far. Arms full of scratches from conquering mountains one by one, but the view from where you’re standing now makes you completely stunned. “I’m proud of you. Very.” I say as i huff in relief, we had quite history of neverending tug-of-war and beef. But isn’t that the story of every bestfriend? Nothing can never break this bond, we fight then we make amends. Student of life, did it piss off your brilliant self everytime you messed up your exams? Trying