Nothing to hide with you...

.....my magic mirror

I heard many amusing bed time stories from my grandmother, when i was a kid. Once she told me and my sister the story of a magic mirror. She said this magic mirror would help me see myself in it and tell me if i look pretty or not. It would also show me if my face has anything wrong in it and help me make it look fine. She also said that magic mirror shows only true reflection of anyone or anything, but would never try to fake it.  Then she lifted me up to show me how it looks and to my amazment i saw someone exactly like me in a piece of glass. When i was old enough to get ready myself i got a chance to read more about this mirror. I learnt that it was definitely a magic mirror, but it was also a delicate piece of glass which needs to be handled very carefully . Like the story of my grandmother, the magic mirror would show me, myself, my reflection in it and helps me to make myself look more pretty. Whenever i would stand in front of it, it would also help me grow my confidence before i face the word's complications. It was great knowing it and being with it, but as i grew older i started to be little careless with my magic mirror. I used to ignore the little faults blinded by my haughtiness and  pride of beauty. Still, whenever i had a look at it, it would silently warn me about the blurs i overlook, but would never try to block my way and fight me. And one day i happend to drop it, because of my carelessness, and it fell on the ground and broke into pieces. I thought it would be easy to find another mirror just like that, but i was wrong in thinking so. My mother told me that it was one such rare piece of beauty which is not only difficult but impossible to find. Then i realised my stupidity and the importance of the magic mirror i had. I felt terribly sorry for being so reckless with it and to loose it finally . When i was sad and upset about it, my mother comforted me and told that it was just a mirror which could be replaced by another mirror. It was definitely a beautiful piece, but there were also other great magic mirrors in its replacement. While she told me so, she asked me to remember one thing always - Never neglect anything in life which is difficult to find. And she also told me that there was something, like magic mirror, inside me and that was my heart's conscience. And i should listen to it whenever it warns me of my mistakes and not repeat it again. If i stop listening to it as i had done with the mirror, i would loose it; and getting back the good old conscience is very difficult.