The Man on the Balcony A few years ago, during my visit to the United States, I passed through Beverly Hills. My guide pointed out a residence once associated with Michael Jackson and began sharing stories , of how fans would gather, waiting for just a glimpse, hoping he might appear on a balcony and wave. It reminded me of something very familiar. In India too, outside the homes of beloved film stars, people wait patiently, looking up at balconies as though they hold something more than just a person. Almost a presence. And strangely, as I stood there, I could see it. I could almost visualise him standing on that balcony, quiet yet magnetic, while people waited below, holding onto a moment they would carry with them for a lifetime. Even years later, that image never quite left me. When I passed by, a few candles were still lit. It had been more than a decade since his passing, yet people continued to come, to remember. That kind of remembrance doesn’t arise from fame alone. It sp...