A deep look at the mirror.

I see...

Grey hair...

Quite a lot...

A lot many of them, in fact

But

No hiding from it...

No shying away...

Age showing...

Straight through...

But no running away

I smile...

As I remember...

Those days...

When I had said...

With pride...

Oh, you’ll not find me dead...

Without my eyeliner on...

Now in my drawer...

The mascara has also dried

I smile...

As I remember...

Those days...

When I never stepped out...

Without having a head bath...

Now days pass by...

And the shampoos just last

I smile...

As I remember...

Those days...

When shades of my lipsticks...

Matched my attire...

Now the lips just pout...

With all colours stacked aside

No bindis...

No trinkets...

No necklaces...

No bangles...

No rings...

No watches...

No anklets...

No nail paints...

No high heels

No office...

No coffee...

No malls...

No movies...

No guests...

No family

Just me...

My home...

My comfort wear...

And me...

Day in...

Day out...

That’s lockdown...

For me...

Being just me...

Agree, pretty ones?

Hmm?!