Mirrors are just Glass, & you are more than that.

 Roses are

RED,

Violets are

BLUE,

This world is so ridiculous,

to the extent,

you have no clue.

"Hey you! yeah you in yellow coat....", someone behind me shouted

I look back & they disappeared.

Embarrassed me, went to my class, tried to sit on a bench with a girl but she refused & put a bag on the empty space to fill it. Another bench was empty at the end corner of a room, I went there.

Like all of you, I was also shocked about the reactions of other people towards me. Nobody wanted to sit with me, in fact, nobody wanted to look at me. All they want to make fun of me.

I was a pretty normal 18 years old girl with normal fair skin, normal 6 fingers in my hand & medium sized light brown hair, was wearing a normal dress, normal shoes, normal bag, but one thing was different from others, the freckles on my face.

When I was born, my mom says, there were beauty spots on my face, actually countable spots, but with my age they too became more & more. I was happy enough with them, but the disruption of other people make me feel bad about them.

Next morning,

I went into the college but my bench, on which I was sitting yesterday was secured by another guy. I stood there for few seconds, surprisingly, the boy lift his bag & offered me to sit. I sat quietly & he offered to shake my hand with him. I just touched his hand & put it back in my pocket. He must be thinking that I am so weird as I was thinking about him.

Days passed by with the same morning ritual of us shaking hands.

One day I was sitting alone in my class & he came with a lunch box in his hands.

He saw me sitting alone, was curious to ask so many questions that was very evident on his face, few of which I can read easily.

He tried to ask me that,

"Why do you always sit alone?"

"Why there is no friend of yours here?"

"Why everyone don't talk to you?"

& like this many many "Why's". He offered me his lunch but suddenly, two girls came & whispers to one another, advised the guy to stay away from me by saying,

"Dude! If you don't want to have that disease from her, then please stay away from her."

Other one,

"Yeah really! My mom says these type of things spread so easily, even by looking towards the one."

Tears began to move slightly down from the corner of my eyes towards my cheeks & so fluently that their taste was on my tongue. They left the room & he put the lunchbox on the desk, hold me from my arms in a way so that our faces were towards each other & eyes could match. In all these days, this was our first eye contact. He says so beautifully,

"Oh! You have such beautiful eyes."

& then the words he says make me feel stunned at that moment,

"People's eyes are just like mirrors & you know what mirrors are just glass, & you are more than that."

My mind travelled back to the time when I was 10 years old, was sitting on a bench with my dad & exactly weeping like this & telling him what was happening to me in the school due to the spots on my face,

he was consoling me & he said:

"Bachaa, you are who 'YOU' think, not 'OTHERS'. Don't trust on the mirrors hanging on the walls or people roaming in the world. Mirrors are just Glass & you are more than that."

My tears get dry. I look towards the boy who was sitting in front me, gave him a smile & left everything behind.

Stay tuned!

Thank you!