I Shouldn'T Have Looked Into You

I still remember the day - first time she looked into me. She was quite a beguiling beauty enriched with miracles of nature. Within a single look, a connection was developed between us as I was quite a charmer myself. I enjoyed her company very much as she frolicked in front of me for hours with a blink of an interval every now and then. She was at the prime of her youth and she knew how to draw attention as if that was her only joy to be the center of attraction. She was always seeking opportunities to exhibit her lovely self. Soirees and celebrations were her life. Soon after marriage and giving birth to three children, she drastically changed. Most of the time she was worried about getting old, afraid of losing her luster and she blamed me for it. Her eyes would widen with rage and dissatisfaction as she looked at me. She started to spend a lot of money, effort and time to regain her youthful look with cosmetics. Even the layers of make-up didn't make her happy. Her obsession to be eternally young made her do a lot of strange things. By the time she was fifty, she lost her sanity. One day out of disgust she thwacked me down the wall. Years of loyal service and this is how she paid me back by shattering me into pieces. You see being a mirror, I was only doing my job by projecting her true reflection. I'm not good with illusions at all. It was her who couldn't help herself accepting reality and nature's course. Before I was dumped in the garbage, her last words to me were - "I shouldn't have looked into you." 04/21/2018