Mirror, Mirror On The Wall...

He woke up gasping for breath. The memories of his love came crashing down upon him like thunder splitting a tree wide open. Sometimes he would wonder where it all went wrong. Being the loner that he was, he sought to put the blame upon himself, letting her go scot-free. He used to shrug it off telling himself that the time is not ripe and that he will be shown the right person in due time. But then what if that person had already gone by? How long should he bear the loneliness? After all, he was a human being too... Even he needed to keep his head on a lap so comfortable and listen to a voice that drove away his blues or at least comforted him.

He ultimately drives away, or to be precise, suppresses the feelings within himself for the nth time. He feels he is missing out on something. He tries to figure out why the hell memories of her still torment him... He knows that it is because no one has filled that vacuum and yet he is powerless to stop it all. He knows and understands that this must be the saddest thing in life - knowing the cause of your unhappiness, realizing the harm it's doing and yet not understanding why the memories and pain and loneliness recur and fail to fade away into oblivion. He ultimately resigns himself to the fate that all the emotions will burst like a volcano someday... Cos it's always been that way.

Sporting a disgruntled look in front of his family, he walks down the hall, catches the headlines on the paper and walks towards the bathroom to brush his teeth. He pauses midway and decides to go to the kitchen instead to have a sneak preview of what he's gonna munch on for breakfast... He glances at the mirror and spots a face so unhappy, dull and tired of life... The face reeked with misery. He grumbles and then opens the pressure cooker. He sees Rava Idlis and Chutney for breakfast... He gives his widest smile, forgets everything else, reheats the idlis and rushes to the bathroom...