THE BORDERLINE OF SANITY
The borderline of sanity is wide and slippery. It is daunting and daring. It roars at you, and cajoles you. It dares you at every point in time, in every little thing; it reminds you every single event of things - things assumed forgotten, things supposed taken care of - and all these efforts, just in a bid to trap you in. In the last weeks of May, I met a friend at a Neuropsychiatric Hospital. They have crossed this border and back. My friend, they are the type I would refer to as, according to their words, "close but not close. We know each other, yet we don't." The first time they called out to me from where they sat, I thought I heard my name, but I didn't answer because I was sure no one knew me here. The second time they called me, I looked towards where the name came from, but did not see. But then I looked even farther, and someone was running towards me, a familiar face - albeit unusually now lean - one that has been on my mind for sometime, especially sinc...