DAY 6: Of Elusive Answers


There is much to mull over on the way back to the city. The last couple of years have seen the arts take a real beating as it has been relegated to the non-essential. Back home in Mumbai, theatres were shut for months on end, being amongst the last places to open up. And when they did open, fear and tightened pockets made it difficult to draw audiences out. But, for theatrewallahs it was not simply about the loss of work and income. It went deeper. It was the loss of the stage. The lack of being able to create, to perform. Both the fluttering butterflies and the leaping inner child were being missed. Things crawl back to normalcy but the uncertainty looms. Yet, what these last few days have shown me is that the need to tell stories persists. And is perhaps expounded by the adversities around us. After all, what is a story without a conflict?

A theatrewallah said to me after reading my ramblings of my time in Graz, "Theatre has been around for 2000 years. What keeps the damn thing going? That's the ultimate question, na?"
Perhaps, it is best that we keep looking for the answer. 



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