In Lahore I saw an antique ring which held, instead of a jewel, a mirror the size of an American silver dollar. A lady wore it on her forefinger, and raised it to admire small pieces of herself: her eye or the curve of her lip, or the diamond set into her nostril.
You can see the absence of a mirror in the gesture of a dancer, who holds the palm of her hand in front of her face, turning her head slightly to check her invisible reflection, as she decorates herself with imaginary finery for her beloved, who will arrive when the dance is over.
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