Guest Post : The life and the love of balconies

This is the second in the series of guest posts. This time its my friend Barath ( a fellow blogger), has something to share on my blog and I am more than happy to have his writings here. Thanks a ton barath.. Dude, you write so very well.. But before that I also have a confession to make. I haven't been updating my blog or rather I have become lazy enough to write something for my blog, thanks to my seemingly busy schedule and my thoughts that keep me as busy as the other things in my life. okay, i ll try to become lil bit more active, but for now read this gem of a post (easily one of the best posts of my blog) that will make you fall in love.. with the 'balcony' of course :) .


The Life and the Love of Balconies


A lazy noon or be it the early morning hues of the sun or the orange dusk of the sky or a star-lit night in either a lonely space with clothes hung to dry or a fun filled moment with the family, Balconies are the most integral part of one's life. So is the terrace. It is the heart of the home, rather an home in itself. It gives out the best feeling of being at home. The magic of moonlight slyly sneaking onto you, when you're either a busy battering brain, sitting with a pen and a mind totally in action, or a laziness doused on the cold floor with a book at an unearthly hour. Lost in your train of thought-less thoughts. The magic is multiplied with the myriad magnificence of moods.

I remember falling in love at a very young age with this place, Balcony-The heart of the home. Balconies hold a prominent place in the growing up years, for that matter even in the days of grown-ups too. The sight of a child in the lap of a grand-parent in the rocking chair either listening to a story or a shout to the parent inside, "Amma inga vaaven" for a minute's sight outside. somebody walking to and fro in the balcony with a text-book in hand, somebody relaxing with music plugged in. The sight of a dreamy deary one passing in the bike when the lady-love is busy in a idle-chat with mom in the balcony.


Growing up with balconies provides the solace in love and comfort with the re-assurance of the knowledge that there is someone-always-there-for-you. The shutting of the balcony door after a fight with dad/mom/sibling. The furious made-up-mad-mood till someone comes to pacify you. The comfort when mom brings food to the balcony and feeds you, The sight of the pet lying next to you, waiting to be petted. The sight of dad returning home after a day's work, the shout in joy when seeing a friend. The watching of rainbow with the sibling after a downpour.

When life beckons you in Joy or sorrow, Balcony with its wistful looks waits for you, to let you into its life. The moments cried in hurt and humiliation, The vent-up anger, Those failures, The Failed first love, fight with a friend, loss of a loved one, the bottled envy and frustration. The planned secret first meeting, the chance meeting of him/her in the terrace. The long hours of chronic-conversations, the laid-back night with the silver hues of the moonlit night sky and a mobile leaning onto the pillar with the conversation continuing till the dawn. The meeting of the newly-weds for a private conversation. The look of the colored wall after the Holi celebrations.

The long conversation with an old friend while catching up after a long-time. The talk that easily shifts from the new job to the recently read-book to the mega-flop Drona to the still-missed The Dark Knight and The Kung-fu Panda or listening to the magic of music when someone plays a music instrument.

Life is when you live. The life ahead with a promising newness to everything. The million dreams and a zillion hope that one life has in store to offer. The painful yet an exciting truth that life is all about moving on. The enlightened knowledge that these beautiful moments of life gives is an immense joy. The understanding that at times life is more like the sight from a balcony. The detachment only comes from the true attachment. All those insightful-inevitable moments of life is witnessed only by the sole-soul of the home-Balconies.