Arang

"....and lets catch it all live", as the final words from MC starts fading out, the stage is all ours. Encore a live performance, a short life which i enjoy living but never could realize when it begun and where it ended. Prayers are all you have in you as you step into the space to experiment something new, to know how acceptable your innovations are, to know how you take the world into your own world. Every stage is always a new experience and it brings it with itself the motivation for a better one. But, i still long for the one i stepped first to catch the rhythm, the first where i tried to convey all which even i couldn't graze by mind, the one which is still the best for me, the one in my Alma mater. Had it for bigger audiences and bigger platforms in life, that stage is could ever pacify. Not of the ardent desire for i want to be there once more, but something which brings a drop of tear in my heart as i see someone perform there. Manifold times one tread the boards, to realize your art work wonders, to realize you still have something incomplete in you, to realize you still long for more, to realize you were living the personage arcane in you, but the one where you learn to realize you enjoy sipping the taste of performance, you have a real craze for it is always close to your heart. down the lane, the fortuity to perform once again is something I'll always die for and i would rather like to keep it a dream than draw it and loose its charm. I envisage the rapture of this wanting.