The Balancing Act

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 any body’s life?? Even now, when I am alive

The strange sounds emanating from the forest did not deter her from walking towards it.   This thought   has been lingering in her mind, the thought of running away   from the madness that her life was. When she thought of the options she had,  the dense forest a couple of miles away from her town is the first place that came to her mind.   What better place than a forest ?? with no human life  around, it is surely going to be a blissful place, so she thought.  It was about to get dark but she was not worried about the wild animals, she had stopped worrying about herself long back, the day her husband left her for another woman and later when   her only   child was taken away by the authorities citing neglect and torture of the child, that was the day she had ceased existing.  She then turned into some one who had no aim in life except waiting for death to come and hold her hands. Walking through the dense forest, dazed and devoid of any senses except for excruciating pa