Purple Mist

"Even the bitter-est pills can be swallowed with only a mouthful of water"

Balance, they say, is something of a positive in Life. Im sure its been put more articulately but this is how i see it. What is this balance anyway? Not going over-the-top happy...giddy... joyful....and then not descending into the depths of sorrow, dismay, dejection?

Is this balance? To have your fingertips held together in a steady way... knowing only an earthquake measuring 7 on a richter scale would break the connection. Is it getting a good 8 hours of sleep at night? Eating your fruits and vegetables but avoiding the mushroom and white sauce pasta? Is this balance?

Is it balance to draw the line a safe metre away from the point-of no return... the grey area of madness... the point once toppled over, will lead to chaos. Is balance being safe?

Is being safe equated to 'good'. But of course, safe..good...positive... all cousins in the English language. Britain and American both, Even Indian English. Universal sisters in the decisive grading into category A and B. A being all that is perfectly desirable, needed...wanted....flaunted as a virtue maybe. B being, that is which remains best avoided.

It is wished by many to be stronger. In this personal, inconsequential opinion.... it is only hoped that the memory of 15th December would not fade into oblivion and the time between 2 pm and 3, etched deep into some intricate part of the brain. I have a small suspicion.. it'll help keep the events tilted toward A and sanity.

Adios'