May 9, 2009
She was gazing into the mirror at the image of a goddess and was running her comb through her hair with a ritualistic intensity. Twelve times with her head bent to the right, twelve times with her head bent to the left. There was a moment when her eyes moved towards the edge of the mirror and seemed to be looking straight at me. But I tried not give my sense of paranoia too much credence.Aditya Bidikar, ‘The Last Defences of Mankind’
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