Balconies have a funny way of looking like life. The openness that allows you to look at the sky, but not escape to it. We are not birds, but our feathers are often ruffled. And then sitting in the half-open, like a person just woken up from sleep, the balcony brings in invigorating tea. It is hot and humid, but the warmth that tickles the throat is like fresh breath resuscitating life that feels rancid.
One has heard so much about the balcony scene from ‘Romeo and Juliet’. Apparently, she appeared at the window and there was no such literary reference. It does not matter; some things just become part of culture. Artists have created some outstanding images with the balcony as a backdrop or the focus.
Why am I talking about balconies? I was standing in one the other day. June 28. And as the sun dipped into another world, and everything appeared tiny, I realised we do not all live in similar worlds, forget the same ones. It happened to be another year of my life. And as the railings made a filigree pattern on my stomach, and the wind blew in my hair, I knew I had to run in at some point and switch on the lights where nothing is tiny and yet sometimes some things feel small, including myself.