Since childhood, I’ve had this fascination/inquisitiveness for mirrors, partly from something which I read long back. It was about a guy entering into another world through his mirror, where things are kinda opposite (Your left is right and vice-versa!). The cops were bad and the bad guys helped him when he got in trouble. At that age, I think it kinda stuck in my mind that this could be as real as time-travel and aliens (Which still exists in my fantasies! Its hard growing up, if my body is mature, at least, leave my mind alone, that’s all I have left!).
Sometimes, I would stare at my reflection hoping it would do something I didn’t. I’d turn my back and suddenly turn around hoping my opposite half wouldn’t do the same. Other times, I would stare at it with my face hardly an inch away and distort my face real fast to see if my reflection was as facially agile. I really enjoy the lonely elevator rides at the office, cos’ there’s this huge life-sized mirror and there I’d be, prancing around till the next floor, and when the door opens, I’d be guiltlessly staring upwards and whistling a tune while my unsuspecting colleagues enter and leave with a ‘HI-BYE’ without any idea of what had conspired. I know its kinda lame (possibly queer) coming from a guy who’s lived more than a quarter of a decade, but everyones allowed their eccentricity (behind closed doors), right?