Reflection

He did only what made him happy and nothing else mattered to him. It didn’t matter if for the society his actions were rational or irrational, right or wrong, good or bad. He didn’t want to be judged by anybody, not even god. He wanted to be his own judge, the judge of his own actions. Face the world all by himself, all alone like a boat standing up to a storm in the middle of an ocean. He knew that in his own eyes if he was wrong he could never be happy and if he was happy then he couldn’t be wrong. That was all there was about life, so simple and so uncomplicated. When he laughed everybody looked at him. He laughed uproariously at every silly joke. The carelessness of his laugh scared the world, shook them all out of their slumber. The world secretly despised him, because he had no ambition, no plans to do anything with his life. He wanted to float like a boat in an ocean without a rudder to steer it. Even in times of sadness he found a strange kind of pleasure. He would shut himself in a room or go all alone on an unplanned vacation, to a place unheard of. Sadness for him was a dive into a pool when you feel water all around you, displacing you slowly and slowly, and then you are weightless, but you still have to make an effort, you have to splash around, fight the water or else you will drown.

She wanted to look for happiness in her every action. But it eluded her. Sometimes she thought that she had found bliss , that she had found the secret of happiness, but the feeling lasted only for a while and then again it was an eternal search, an eternal search for happiness. She never found joy in the ‘simple pleasures of life’. She found nothing beautiful. She was indifferent to it all. Indifferent to beauty, indifferent to her surroundings, indifferent to emotion, indifferent to life. She never laughed. No joke, no human being, nothing had ever made her laugh.
She knew that she looked beautiful, and that every guy she knew secretly dreamt of fucking her. She didn’t care. One day she concluded that happiness was just an illusion. That people kept repeating the same things over and over again in a vain hope, in search of something, which didn’t exist.

That day she saw him for the first time, standing under the shadow of his apartment. He was laughing at her?. No he wasn’t. He wasn’t even looking at her, he didn’t even know her. What was he laughing at so uproariously? She had this mad rush in her head; she had to talk to him. She saw him getting into the elevator, run after him. Just in time, they both entered the elevator together. She had to talk to him because she knew something which he didn’t and she had to tell him. She had to tell him as soon as possible. He smiled at her, she smiled back.
That day he saw her for the first time. It was a hot summer day and he was standing in the shade, under the shadow of his apartments. She looked so restless standing in the sun. He laughed at her, hoped that she would come and talk to her because he had to tell her something. Something which he knew but she didn’t. She entered the elevator just in time. He smiled at her, she smiled back.

In the elevator there was a large mirror hanging right behind them. They turned around to look into the mirror. In the mirror she saw him and he saw her. It was weird as if they were the reflection of each other, that all differences were hidden in the mirror, that their reflections were the same.

And then they told each other ..................