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I’ve been a privileged kid, not in the literal sense but in the dramatic sense. Beside my house, was an school where all the local theatre groups conducted their rehearsals on weekends. Since the school had no electricity, they approached my father to provide an electric connection. So, to respect my father’s noble gesture, they reluctantly allowed me to sit in to watch their rehearsals, with a stern warning that I must not make any noise.
They slowly began to allow me to sit in their music pit and occasionally enter the green room. It was in here that I saw my childhood hero, local FCI employee Sugudhan transforming into a dracula.
After a while, they accepted and approved of my presence. Then one day, a director called to ask me a life changing question, “Will you be able to lift and drop the curtain for every scene?” I immediately accepted the offer. On the day of the show, sitting on the threshold, I had the best visual, where one side was an anxiously waiting audience and the other were the nervously jittery actors. As I lifted the curtain, in sync with the music inch by inch, I felt like I was revealing a great treasure, a big secret to both parties. I felt like I owned the play, I wanted to be in it. This moment was mine. This magical space was mine, my dream.