I am tossing a coin. A gold one. A boy gave me. One side was completely plane. The other side had a print of an innocent boy whose face was shining with happiness, I have called my shot. I am scared as i hold the coin in my hand. Palms closed. The boy in the mirror asks patiently for the outcome. He wanted to know whether he had won or i have lost. He doesn't mention his failure. My knees are shaking. The throat is dry. My forehead is sweaty. I can't reveal the outcome. The boy is the mirror will laugh at me if i loose. I keep my palms closed and bring my hands behind my back. I am protecting the coin from being seen. The boy was amused when the game started but now how was getting anxious. Without seeing the result i had put the coin in my pocket. He is on the verge of crying, he asks for his coin. I shake my head and deny. He starts crying and tells me how hard he had worked to gain that coin. He keeps on crying. I want to stop him but he won't listen. He wants his coin back but i am too afraid to take it out. The situation is too frightening. I feel as if something inside me is turning to ash. The other side of the mirror starts to be filled with water. The boy is drowning. How can i help him? Somebody help me. He keeps on asking for his coin. I don't know where the water is coming from. It's his own tears .... but how is that possible? I ask him to stop crying. But he won't listen. I must break the mirror. So i pick up a stone and hurl it at the mirror. The stone then turns to dust. I bang myself against the mirror but it doesn't break. His eyes are closing. He seems to be unconscious. The boy is on the floor and the other side of mirror is completely filled with water. He is floating now in his own tears. I'm helpless and devastated. I pray to the Lord to take my life and give it to the boy. I'm crying. After sometime the water seems to be receding .... but where is it going? I don't mind. Is he alive? He lays there lifeless. I hear cries from the other side. People are crying. What have i done? They can't see me and i can't see them either. Then there is this brilliant light. I can't see a thing. I'm suffocated.
"The candle that you burn every morning and evening to pray, to thank and for help is no longer fragrant and dispelling darkness. The smoke suffocates me and the wax burns me. What have you done my son, Julious?"
The light fades away and i see water gathering on the edges. I look at the mirror, there's no water there. I'm gasping. I'm choked. Sometime later i'm back to normal and the first thing i do is turn to the mirror. The boy was still there. But was he alive? Something about the other side told me ... yes he is.
When i came to that room there was just one mirror, the one between me and the boy. now i'm between two mirrors. I turn to face the other one but there was nothing, not even my image. I'm coughing. Oh!! its the housemaid who has arrived and she is sweeping the room. Mom should have told me to get up before all this cleaning starts. What was that? Weird dream. Feeling sorry about that boy but can't help .... it was just a dream .... or a reflection of present state?
