As the clamor in the room grew more intense with high pitched curses and defenses against it, I could see my reflections lying shattered into pieces.

The first day it was brought in,I had felt some very unnatural anxiety circulating with every flicker of my light. It shone with me and inside it showed me. Had I ever thought that my reflections would be so clear to me? Not until I saw it for myself. And in it, I could see the whole world shining under my light.

She would get ready under my light asking her lucid image if she looked any better with the ear-rings he gifted her today. I could just stare at the sharp beauty that shone. Next day, she was extra joyous and had some pretty dresses for outing.

Days passed and may be years, Me with the mirror, we shared all the happy moments growing inside the room once filled with dilemma of solitude. Noises have started turning to moans and kisses flowered over the mirror. I was always available to ease things up. Under my light, love started to turn their emotions to actions and we grew fond of new member of the room who showed up every night and then who was there all the time.

I shared all these changes with mirror and in utter silence, we grew fond of each other. When you start reflecting yourself in someone else you, that grows into you as your own part. Every reflection is a turn back at the memories that string you life. We shared rushes and pushes, bends and highs, jokes and promises, smiles and fondling ; all as a silent audience but I was now more into mirror than myself and I chose things left to right than it actually appeared. Love makes you do silly things with utmost care.

But love gets infected with what should have never got into room of love. She was lying in total mess that day. Not that we hadn't noticed once lovely caress turning to curses but such things generally ended with some fondling and moonbeams that washed them away.

When he entered inside with a thud, we just shook with vibrations that traveled through wall. As the clamor slowly ceased down, the story began with my reflections shattered to pieces. I was searching in every pieces for one complete me and the story ends with me trying to collect my own pieces.

We were always made of same thing. Something is never realized until we are broken.