Much after I am gone
This balcony has been my favourite place since we shifted to this apartment on the 17th floor. The view of the ground below , the sprawling green golf course beyond the apartment and the small pathway leading to the city’s hustle and bustle are all very dear to me. Sitting in the balcony, dangling my legs through the steel railing , as if perched on the dead end of a cliff gives me a high, especially when it is after a fiery argument. The after noons are most heady, this is the time when the happenings of the mornings rushes back to my head. This is the time when the entire world stands still, my house reeks of an eerie silence. This is when I start imagining that I am in a dead city where no man lives any where near me. This is when a strange, uneasy peace envelops my entire being. Many times I had been tempted to lurch out, to jump on to the ground below and see what happens? will it create a difference in ...