Mirror, oh, mirror, you too have eyes?
Or don’t you? Have my eyes become your mirror?

Are you looking at me?
Or, am I looking at you?

Am I your image? Your reflection?
Or, are you my image? My reflection?

Without me you are not, are you?
Or without you I am not, am I?

Two can be separate,
but the root within is one.

Between the two there is the glass,
if broken, we are one, and will not be two.

If two is not, could we become One?
Or, do we become alone?

If we melt, each in the other,
do we live? Isn’t there any glass in memory?

Tell me, the words you listened so far-
Is it a dialogue or a soliloquy?

(A song from the play Siri Sampige)