My Balcony - A True Friend

It was a lovely evening of spring, after two hours of continuous watching of a TV comedy show, thought of getting some fresh air standing in our spacious balcony. As I stood there, with the cool breeze beating against my face and the busy roads buzzing with cars and people rushing home from work, I realized this is my place THE BALCONY - A TRUE FRIEND. 

Let me tell you, I have his soul connection with the Balcony of my house. It developed right from childhood. Through thick and thin, sadness and happiness, in love and out of love, she has been my soul mate all through to the extend that I have given her a gender. And why not she definitely deserves her individuality if she has been a part of my life this long and shared my emotions with me. And no matter which phase of my life I was she always came with me.

My husband and girls would say I am hysterical but dear reader look through my eyes and you will see the bond we share. So when did this bonding start? Well going back to my childhood my home was nothing of a dream home facing the sea but it was definitely a home filled with warmth and a beautiful balcony facing the corniche (the sea), luckily for me. Since no corner of my home would give me the privacy, I chose My Balcony to vent out my emotions be it anger, grief or one-sided love (chuckle) for the opposite gender.

But these emotions with the perfect ambiance of an open balcony facing the sea gave birth to the poet in me. Poet would be too big a word to describe me though, considering my poetry writing was limited to a very occasional trait depending on my emotional weather. But I definitely owe it to my soul mate "The Balcony". As I grew up and moved on, this bonding came to a standstill in the midst of my higher studies and career making, which did not permit me the right space to water my emotional turmoils.

But like they say a soul connection never dies; it only becomes subdued until ready to be re-kindled. And this happened years after I got married and looking for a place to start our new life together. Surprisingly or habitually my lookout  was always if there was a space for her "My Balcony". Though I have moved very few times she was always with me and was not going to let this bond fade out anymore.

Since then we have celebrated our Silver Jubilee together and we have even grown fat together that I can actually put a table and few chairs in My Balcony, to sit back and enjoy the breeze as we share our emotions with each other. There have been tears of joy, tears of grief, tears of loneliness that she gently and silently wipes off.

So friends don't you be too surprised if I post a picture of me with MY BALCONY on International Friendship Day!!