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The other side of the Mirror




I am a part of you. Someone whom you can’t live without.  I have become a very crucial part of your other self, in other words, am your identical twin. You cannot live with me nor live without using me. I am your boat to success

I speak up for you. I make your presence felt. I give you the leverage of coming face to face to your other self. With so much of importance being rendered and talked about me and in accordance with you, I have my own story.

I am altered, tweaked, left alone at times, unaccepted, rejected.  Too cluttered and at times too filled. Sometimes am over done and times just not done enough. At times, I am misinterpreted, also forged and falsified. I feel sick when treated in this manner. I can't complain as I am my own enemy.

Some put me on a pedestal; make me look just beautiful...my looks are given a makeover. I am passed on from one to another in all possible ways and means.
There was a time when I was carried gracefully and neatly and when I wouldn’t feel right was crumpled up or trashed in a bin.

Times changed. Technology changed. I started evolving too. I got experts to handle me. Then I became virtual...I am there but still do not exist.I am all alive but don’t feel the touch.
One thing that is constant at all times is me being rejoiced on success and torn apart on failure.

Why this torture? It’s not my fault but,  I am blamed. Wherein the crust of the problem is somewhere else...it’s actually with you.

Treat me right, well, sincerely and feel the magic. I am your own. I am you. You are me. We complement each other. I am yours and truly only your RESUME

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All Rights reserved Lavanya M Rao

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Anonymous said…
Nice, Lavanya - left me guessing till the end...
August 26, 2014 at 5:30 PM
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