A Fine Balance

by Rohinton Mistry

Flirting with madness was one thing; when madness started flirting back, it was time to call the whole thing off.

It was a slippery thing, he discovered, slithering into the present at the least excuse, dodging the strongest defences.

dignity could not be acquired from accoutrements and accessories; it came unasked, it grew from one’s ability to endure.

His dreams had succumbed, as they must, during their collisions with the passing years.

‘Noises are like people. Once you get to know them, they become friendly.’

‘Right now, Dinabai’s face, and Om’s, and mine are all occupied. Worrying about work and money, and where to sleep tonight. But that does not mean we are not sad. It may not show on the face, but it’s sitting inside here.’ He placed his hand over his heart. ‘In here, there is limitless room – happiness, kindness, sorrow, anger, friendship – everything fits in here.’

‘Parents are as confused by life as anyone else. But they try very hard.’