You look straight at me, but never see me. How could you see through the looking glass? I don’t really have name. But the title ‘Man in the Mirro...’ seems to suit me, though I can choose my appearance, Man or Woman. I am a traveler that is never seen. I seek, every night for someone in deep yearning for passion more powerful than they have ever seen. It is not overly complex to find someone with this yearning. I simply slip though the Stream, the small reality what lurks behind your mirror.. “Kya hua Deepak uncle? Aaj dukaan mein kaise aana hua?”“P…Papa kaha hai tumhare?”“Woh to ghar gaye hai khaana khaane, abhi! Raaste me mile nahi?”Sharam ke mare main aur kuch puch na saka. Jhat se main waha se nikal gaya. Jab dukaan se dur jaa raha tha tab dekha ki table fir se hilne laga.Fir socha, “Yahi pe ruk jata hun Jayesh ke liye. Aur koi dukaan bhi to nahi hai jahan itne saste mein kapde mil jaaye. Aur… dekhu to sahi kab tak ye lage rehte hai? Koi grahak aaye tab to unhe rukna hi. . Red suit m cleavage dkhati hui meri rani aunty khadi thn..Unhone andr akr pucha mummy khn hn to mne kaha wo to sb log bahar gaye hn..To wo jane lagi pr achanak ruki or rone lagi. Mne kaha kya hua aunty to boli k mn aaj tumhari mummy se yhi baat karne aai thi ki mn kya karun mere pati to mere sath kuch karte hi ni..Or unke aansu behne lage..Mn unke pass jakr unka hath pkdkr unko chup karane laga .. Unke itna kareeb m kbhi ni aaya tha.. Aj to mujhe himmat karni hi thi..Mne halle se apna dusra. "Wait! Wait, Jeff!" she said quickly. I turned back toward her. "Well?" I asked, crossing my arms. She bit her lip, nodding. "I'll do it." She said. She was so cute, so demure. "Great. The camera is ready. Go ahead and ring up some service credits." Iordered her. I had already turned the camera on and had been recording the whole thing.She bent down low to open the coin door with her game key and I zoomed in onher cleavage as she reached in to the game and pressed the service button.I heard.