There are names and names- real names, pen- names, profile names. Isn’t it ironical- we can not select neither our parents nor our own names.
Some names are unique. As a writer I did pick up a pen name or Nom De Plume. If I were okay with my real name maybe I would have used it as a poet/ fiction- writer.
A well- known case is of the Nobel prize- winner poet Pablo Neruda who was christened Ricardo Eliécer Neftalí Reyes Basoalto by his parents, but chose to rename himself as Pablo Neruda instead.
Yesterday, I read one innovative and rather sweet name ”Happy balcony” on our site. I smiled on reading this.
It brought into my mind the story of an old mother who stayed in a house opposite mine.
Her Police- Officer son was shot by a druggie in the prime of his age on Christmas day. She was a widow then. He was to be married about a week later on the New Year day. She stands from then on her window almost 24*7.
I’m posting a picture of a balcony I accidentally saw on net. Her balcony was very much similar.
She was a Doctorate holding Professor of Botany before she went into depression post her son’s untimely and cruel murder.
I spoke to her last Christmas on phone.
She said,”You know Abhilaaj. I once won the gold- medal for the Happiest balcony- instituted by my University mainly by virtue of the plants, I and my son, your ”besti” Vijay- grew and maintained together.”
”I am taking care to keep alive the same Balcony- view if his soul decided one day to meet me, he would easily identify it from many a mile.”
What else could I wish her except, ”Happy Balcony.”