Images

A mirror went broken. A hand slip. It fell over the floor and shattered as several small pieces. The child who slipped it felt very sorry. Only for some time. But she grew delighted to see several reflections on several broken pieces of the mirror. It was a wonder to find her single image turned into many. 'Do I look like this or that?' She wanted to get confirmed. And she kept on asking her mother, father and others. Each one indicated some piece to quiten her. No two persons agreed with a single same piece. She was not content. She kept on seeking an answer for her quest. No one was able tell her that no mirror could reflect an accurate image of her. Even any one's. So that people keep on looking at mirrors broken or unbroken, billions looking at billions of mirrors for billions of times; no one seems to be satisfied. They look on and look on for billions of times. They want to be clarified and confirmed of their images. Many want to get approved by others and rely on an approval. That is the problem with images.