Walking The Edge Of Balance In Kashmir

By Faizaan Bashir

Time pushes us all the way up to the summit, leaving us with no choice but to stare deep into the abyss.

Our senses are hijacked so that we remain fixed on the gnawing darkness rising from the bottomless pit like fire.

Our bodies and minds feel frozen, control slips away, and rationality disappears. But the sleeping emotional monster within us stirs.

Between the terrified descent and paralyzed self, something sacred cries out in voices that cannot be understood.

A deep habit of leaning toward imbalance has shaped these final moments into a dead end.

Possibilities are unexplored, and no safer path is attempted. Not an inch forward, not an inch back. Either falling completely or stuck up here, the choice feels wrong either way.

In life, we swim over the tide of extremes. We delight in embracing stiffness. We love to be called die-hards. Being staunch in our approaches adds flavors to our character. It seems to give 'something promising' to us, and to those around us. Loyalty has become a godly virtue, a persistent human magic. There's no space for meandering, mediocrity, and mistakes.

Balance is often called hypocrisy or being undecided. Yet the sky meets the earth, iron pulls the magnet, and people naturally seek each other. Balance is everywhere.

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