I stared at the boy sitting in front of me.
Wearing a brown leather jacket and with those short black hair, he looked very much similar to me.
Yet, he was so different.
His bloodshot eyes were enough to terrorize someone while my blackish brown eyes aired a sense of calmness.
His stern face made him look arrogant while my face always looked relaxed.
Staring right into his eyes, I always wondered,
"How I was an angel; and he, the devil"
Despite this differences, he was the one, the only one,
Who understood me.
In this big round world, he was my only friend.
My only companion who always had my back.
The only one who gave me the confidence, the belief.
He was the only one, who appreciated me and so, only he had the right to scold me.
Today, sitting right in front of him and staring into those eyes, I again wondered.
"How I was an angel; and he, the devil"
"Oh......come on David, how much more time are you gonna spend in front of that mirror?"
***
Yes, we all have that someone, who is very much similar to us; and yet so different.
So look into that mirror, and tell me who you see?
THE ANGEL, OR THE DEVIL
***
cchinu (19/01)
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