I still remember my mamma shouting loudly as I looked at a small mirror which I found in a box . It was an old broken mirror which was of no use but I was so amused to get it . As I looked at mamma,her face red with anger .I really wondered ,why ? Superstitious beliefs rules Indian family and as a young girl who knew that looking at a broken mirror will bring bad luck to you .I hid the mirror in the box and kept in a place where no one could see and wondering innocently what bad luck would soon be . However the next day to my utter surprise I saw daddy bringing the most adorable gift that I wanted ,a Barbie .O my my how I ran everywhere showing everyone my beautiful doll .And I did tell mamma that looking at the mirror brought good luck .And after that day onwards how everytime I opened that little hidden box to unfold more as I looked at the broken mirror without mamma noticing me .And every small happiness I witnessed I thanked my magic broken mirror . Childhood days remains sweet forever.

© Jitu Chetry