Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear. Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear. Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear. The honking from the car behind was almost irritable. It broke her trance. As she checked in her rear-view mirror, she saw a red Kwid. She moved on with the next song on the radio channel, blabbering for so long. At the next signal, I shall look closely.
The next signal was, coincidentally, one-eighty seconds long. She increased the volume of the song playing and looked at the side mirror. Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear. Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear. What do they mean to mean? A strategy for safety? I am the one in the mirror, though, am I not? She was completely lost in, or away from the music beats. At a distance from the rest of the digital ticking numbers on the traffic post, she noticed the font of the words. White. Opaque. Glass. Opaque. So it is not meant to be transparent. But there! That's my silver hair, ruggedly stuck to the sweat on my temple. She wiped it with her handkerchief. Opaque? Or transparent? Transparent means I could see through the mirror. But the writing says it brings objects closer. Oh, appear. Of course.
Bhasha's car was third in line. The signal blinked and turned green. The honks distracted her. Without paying much attention, she clicked on the emergency button and continued to look into the mirror. The songs changed, and the next signal was also in action, with cars crossing her passing the beeping lights a curious look. Am I closer to myself in the mirror? Only in the mirror? Who am I that I need to be looked closely into? Why this close inspection? Why not? How close is closer? Rationally arriving at a philosophical high, she decided to look into the matter closely and not paying heed to her work, drove away from the busy road into a narrow, shady lane and parked her car under a big tree.
No unnecessary sound to disrupt me. Here, the ac is good, music good. She opened her seatbelt and reclined her seat to have a different look into the mirror. From further, how closer? Who is this who wants to be examined? Does she want the entertainment inside the car? 'Would you want a drag?'
'Would you want a drag?' she heard the reply. Echo and Narcissus! That's what these car companies have devised upon!
She pulled back her seat and looked deeper now, the sameness of the image bored her. It has only come closer. Damn! 'How I wish to look closely into you.'
'How I wish to look closely into you', she heard the definitive reply. Curious, she pulled down the window and touched the mirror. The object in the mirror touched her back. Bhasha you stupid girl, stop getting excited! You are feeling the mirror, not her touch. Bhasha brought in her hand. The hand moved away too. So, now, how are you closer than you appear? And what is this appear? Appear closer? With a sudden pang of the present, she looked into her watch, reversed her car and headed towards her office.
All day, all you do, is disappear.
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