"Mirror,Mirror on the wall - - -"

The mirror reflected his image.He was not handsome,as the saying goes,but he knew how to adorn his clothes.In fact he looked quite natty in the striped tie and he smiled at himself.He chose his clothes carefully to go with his slightly crooked smile and his long neck.His shoes were always polished.He liked it that way and his wife knew it.After all,a man is known by his attire,as well as knowledge that he carries inside that brain of his.As he admired himself,his wife's reflection suddenly stirred from somewhere behind.He looked back at her and was glad to see the adoration in her eyes.She flitted past in the back ground,but not before he asked where she had placed his cigarettes.

The day was half done;The wife caressed her tired eyes and looked into the mirror.She looked tired and disheveled.Her hands were rough with cooking,washing and dusting the many books that adorned the bookshelves of her husband's study.Somewhere,tucked behind all those stupendous knowledge lay her thesis too,long forgotten in the daily chores.She felt she had done a good piece of work,but it did not really matter now.Her handsome husband with his shiny shoes and smart clothes was already a well known figure in the literary world.She felt sadly happy as her limped eyes looked strangely at her own reflection.