My angel

Canzonetta is back after a long time. Canzonetta had a hangover. Hangover of life.
“Hey soumi let me talk for myself”…uhhh okay there u go...
Ya so here I am. Feels good to be back... J
Back from where? Being hollow, clueless, cold, a struggle to clear the fuzziness all around.
Back to where? Being me.
Did I want to come back? Desperately, yes.
What made me come back? An angel.
How? One day when the world was colourless, not even a hint of grey to show me gloom. All senses numb. An angel came to me. She smiled. Gave me a mirror and asked me to look into it. Initially I couldn’t see anything. Crumbled back into my empty shell. Negating existence. She didn’t give up .gently made me shed away all inhibitions and made me look into the mirror. This time I saw sparks of orange. But only for a moment. One moment. I turned to her bewildered. She smiled. Serene, gentle, pure.
This time I looked into the mirror again without being guided, without being told. On my own. I screamed with joy. Tiny blots began appearing and in no time there was a riot of colors. I wanted to thank my angel but I couldn’t see her anywhere around me. I searched for her everywhere. She was gone. Trembling, I looked into the mirror again. And there she was. It was the same face, the same divinity but where was the smile? Where was the glow? There were drops of silver streaming down her cheek. Her wings were disheveled.
Her hair ruffled her shining dress tattered and shabby. The colors started disappearing from my angel’s world.
I screamed. I wanted to reach out to her. I wanted to save her.
I called out her name. Nothing.
I called again. This time she saw me but didn’t respond.
But she knows am waiting for her. The mirror is the panacea of all sorrow. She needs to look into it.
Am still calling.
Can you hear me angel?