Identical

If I had to choose the most wanted, most favourite, most loved, most unwanted, and most hated people in my life, all the above would come down to the same person- my identical twin. 

She and I haven't done a single task without each other. Sometimes I try to imagine how life would be had she not been my sister but I just can not get myself to see a reality where we are not together. 

When we were younger, she would spend hours after hours talking with me. When we were in middle school, she only ever acknowledged me before she went somewhere outside the house. That was also, just for the sake of it. 

Lately, she doesn't even stop to check in on me. Not that I make any efforts on my part. You see, I've got this big ego. If she won't initiate a conversation I'd rather let the silent treatment take over than breaking the silence. 

One day her ignorance had reached its zenith though. While talking with a stranger on phone she said she was the only daughter. Which obviously implied we weren't related. 

Perplexed and deeply hurt, I thought of picking up the vase that rested on my corner table and aim for the giant glass wall which separated our identical rooms. 

I shoved that thought into my virtual trash can. Ruining her room would do no good. It would, in fact, ruin my own too. 

Besides, I pity my sister at times. She's always trapped behind those giant glass walls and seems to have only a few friends. That doesn't in any way explain why she shall ignore me but it does become a reason why I forgive her. 

The same pity show went on for a few days more, then months, years, and decades later, one fine day...she noticed me.

She came with an interior decorator and the latter's assistant followed. The former looked at me with all possible disgust before she declared I had to be replaced. My heart ached with pain but my eyes were normal. 

In fact, I found myself coordinating with my twin's actions even after all these years. 

Like one eye works with the other for an entire life without ever really seeing each other if not in front of a mirror.

That day, I came to know...it was me who was trapped behind the mirror. On the other end. But before I could come forward and for once talk with my twin instead of reciprocating her actions, I was squashed by the interior decorator's assistant while my sister said,

"yep, time to get a better mirror."