The pattern on the mirror is nothing but the secret hint of eyelashes; only an intimate friend understands the subtle gestures of another friend.

In old steel mirrors, the natural polish left faint grain marks, which Ghalib playfully imagines as the flutter of eyelashes making a secret gesture. He suggests that what an outsider might dismiss as mere texture is actually a silent conversation between two intimate companions. It is a tender reflection on deep intuition—only hearts truly in tune with each other can catch the unspoken hints that the rest of the world misses entirely.