These are two of my creations from previous weekend. Certainly not a masterpiece, but remaining pieces of my hobbies. :-) I think the painting goes well with the story too.
He watched the screen, as it changed the display one after another; as it altered lights and colors one above another. His eyes glued to them and meanwhile, outside twilight slowly faded away.
Several images formed on the screen, displayed vibrant and sometimes blur ones. And suddenly it happened; something that does not happen always; the screen turned mirror. He was not looking through the screen anymore, but the screen (now turned mirror) began to look through him. He felt transparent; an uncomfortable feeling began to shadow him. Mirrors cannot be pleasant always, especially when they dig deep into you. It showed now, images that were unheeded, that lay somewhere in the dark side, in someplace untouched. But the reflections brought them all back.
Slowly after a while the mirror turned back into a screen. It displayed colors new, unknown to him yet and he began to look through the screen. It showed something bright, something which is perhaps possible. His eyes tried to merge with the reflections from it, there began a blending of thoughts and then there was darkness. There was nothing more to see or say.
He sat in the dark watching the curtains flutter with the wind from a fan and dim lights from the street flowing into the room, gracefully illuminating the darkness. Silence (Except the sound of fan blades thinning out the wind) became enjoyable and his mind reached a point of complete emptiness. He felt that his emotions were nothing unique or exceptional but a commonly shared occurrence with at least a few (If not many); somewhere beyond that screen.
For at least sometime after this screen to mirror and back to screen thing happened to him; he felt lighter as though a major burden had driven away.