The Bored Engineer

The dazzle of their beautiful lives bewildered him. He spent countless hours looking at their picture perfect life. He watched all of them equally but somehow she overshadowed all the others. He would be engrossed in peeping into someone else’s lives when suddenly she would make her presence felt and he would leave all his active pursuits to follow her. Looking at that face of hers, with the perfect smile of hers. She had a load of friends, roaming around with them and discussing all the fun they had. Sometimes he wondered if she did really have all that fun or if it was all a charade designed to make him miserable. Then what if she’s as lonely and miserable as I am. Why does she keep boasting her friends all the time, she could break the world of glass she had created for her to live in a house of bricks with him. Thoughts troubled him and he thought about it a lot. It was not all that bad. Sometimes he understood that he was trapped in a cycle of unending misery that he had inf

One of the most dreadful things in life is a mirror. Mirror is a constant reminder of who you are and what you are not. The witches in the fancy fables have hated them for the mirrors always extolled the virtues of beauties, of the Snow Whites and the Cinderellas, so to satisfy their own ego they would try and destroy these Princesses for mirror is that one true factor that cannot be destroyed nor can it be silenced. I too faced a similar predicament today when I had a look into a mirror of my own and for the better or worse I acted the same way as the witches do. Well, it all started this morning when I rushed out of the house on the daily chores that marked the start of my day. It was a major struggle to move out of the warm confines of my home into the chilly gushes of winter breeze that marked this vast expanse of the weekly vegetable market that had sprung up on the boulevard occupying the roads like vehicles were supposed to fly over them. But, as with everything quintes