The first and only part

2 years ago

SEA05

@SEA05

Written on behalf of Priya. For the first time.

It was an unremarkable day, we woke up, ate, Mr. Kapoor left for a business meeting, and I stayed at home, because there are no classes today and Sara did not ask for help in the bakery.

Thinking about how to take the next hour, she went to the mirror in our room, that is, in the bathroom, she wanted to open the water tap, but could not.

For some reason, I remembered the day in that shopping center, when I was talking to myself at the mirror. This is my old habit, since childhood, when I was little, I liked to stand in front of the mirror and pretend to be different people. An actress died in me, so my mother says, and I answer to myself: "She was killed by men - Mahendra Sud and Neeraj." These people know nothing but selfishness and exaltation at the expense of others.

He is not like that, Mr. Ram Kapoor is not like that at all. He teaches me to be positive and to believe.

I'll try, I look in the mirror, I try to play.

I understand that I can’t, the point is not in my problems, I see Ram in myself. Even if I almost never call him by his name, in my mirror he is Ram.

He gave me a part of himself.

I can feel his bad jokes coming out of my mouth, more and more I want to do something whimsical and a little childish, like he does.

I want to come up to hug again, sharply, without words. I find myself in it. His sentimentality is infectious. At the same time, it seems to me that he sees himself in me. Sometimes Mr. Kapoor is amazingly cruel and serious, my spirit of karuz kind of got into him. He likes to be quiet with me. When we go to bed, we share silence for a few hours before sleep. Mr Kapoor and silence, just imagine...

We are still very different, only fragments of our mirrors know how much this difference is one - he lost love, lives with the habit of giving, my love was trampled on, but I don’t know how to receive, I only know the ability to give. Exactly like my husband.

I know that he does not need to be asked, if something happens, he will give the last drop of blood, then I will pour mine into him.

I turn my head at the mirror a little to the side and again I see him: a person, a businessman, a person who is able to decide alone.

As for me, I remain the same: the self-sufficient teacher Priya, who needs him from Mr. Kapoor, no more.

This is our connection: he penetrated me, I do not tear myself away from him. But it's easy for me, I'm sure that I'm free. I can fly, if the wings fail, he will catch me, I will do the same for him.

This is our forced connection. When it developed into this state, I do not know. Now I don’t see myself in the mirror alone, there are two of us. He is my mirror, assembled from many fragments, and I am his.

Once the mirror recovers from the last scratch, he will help me, and I will be with him until my last breath. If the mirror breaks again, we will die together to see the next life.