SHE

I saw her looking at me.

She was standing right in front of me, about a foot away or two, looking at me despite the numerous objects that could distract her attention I secretly wished that she looked away. I loath being scrutinized by her looks.

Her looks. Piercing through my body deep into my soul. Scrutinizing every bit of my existence.

She tried well to hide but my growing familiarity with her looks gave away the questions that she intended to ask me. She was waiting for my nod.

I nodded.

“Who are you?”

A wanderer – not lost yet not found either

“What do you want?”

Space – Physical, virtual, ethical, spiritual but spotless

“Are you screaming?”

If you could only hear me from within

“Your path of reclamation?”

The one which I alone can find and I alone must tread on

“Sooner or later?”

Sooner it must be for I have wandered a lot

“I hope you do”

Her looks softened. I knew she had no more questions. Yet I knew she would come back with more if I took to wandering again. She looked away. I wish she had looked at me for some more time but I knew and she knew that a reflection on the mirror lasts only till the individual looks at the mirror.