It’s a weird morning today. I am awaken by a sound, sound of a young girl. She is pestering me to free her from her cage. I jump out of bed and follow the sound. I’ll save you girl, just hang in there. But where is she? And then I see her but denying its existence. There in my mirror I see her, a young me. Scratching at the mirror, trying to claw her way out. She’s trapped, struggling with the reflection of the world that forms a wall around her. I move but away from her, it’s too late!

11 Comments Add yours

  1. Simmi says:

    Amazing! It caught my attention at the title

    Liked by 1 person

  2. ashimadhiman02 says:

    Beautifully penned down.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Garima says:

    One of the best things I came across in a while!!

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Yamini says:

      Thank you so much 😊


  4. Baffledmum says:

    I hope it’s not really too late… for anyone… ❣

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  5. Chiru says:

    Every adult who have just crossed his/her teenage feels the same… Looking in the mirror and finding the lost self…

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    1. Yamini says:

      But when we do find the lost self, it is too late!!

      Liked by 1 person

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