Eyes in the Mirror
As the thunder hit the sky, I saw her. With the dim dust from passing vehicles mixing into the dense winter fog of Delhi, the eyes looking into the mirror were clear, as if they wanted my attention. Yes, you have my attention — those were the exact thoughts in my head. She placed a bindi on her forehead, put down the mirror, and closed the window. A slight pinch in my head pulled me back to reality. I shifted my focus to loading the luggage, but something held me back — pulling me toward the shut window. In a sudden flash, I saw it again. The eyes. They felt familiar. Is she the one I think she is? I questioned myself. “No,” I dismissed the thought. Why would she be here at this hour? These are just helpless thoughts, I told myself. “Laptop, trolley, and the duffle — three bags, all here,” I said to myself as I ticked off my checklist. Now my hunt was for the driver, missing from his seat. My eyes searched through the crowd and between the passing vehicles. Then...
