That little place that looks out is a blessing. It doesn’t make family storms go away. It isn’t an exit. It’s about finding one’s emotional equilibrium. This can be the most loving thing to do in a crowded household
The first thing Maya does every morning is open the balcony door. Not for the view. There isn’t much of one – two buildings staring at each other like tired relatives at a wedding. Not for the breeze either. Mumbai’s air is never quite sure whether it wants to be a breeze or a complaint.