What If...

What if one day, I come across someone who looks exactly like me but is an anti thesis of who I am?

What if from that day on, everytime I look at my reflection in the mirror either I HATE myself for looking like her or I pride myself on being SUPERIOR to her in every aspect? Will I become shallow and exterior or will I just become indifferent and move on?

What would you do?

The Song of My Life

I was humming the ads and the TV serial themes as my mother’s student sat and learnt his meanings. Irritated with the disturbance, he said; “which song do you not sing?”

And I said to myself, the song of my life.

I know my chorus only too well for how can I forget my past.

And I know my verse for I am living it.

But if there is one verse that remains obscure in the song, it is my future.