So the big shift happened
from the hospital to the new house,
with new ideas and projects coming in.
The theatre moving in directions
unknown and unseen to mankind,
may be to the living beings,
but it kept happening
all happy and positive!
What is nice is the fact
that the speed did not lower ,
and we continued the way KAMAAN had stopped,
with the client-owned projects were encouraging us,
to write and direct more
documentaries and theatre.
With the travel and the beautiful locations we moved and is still fun.
But as we move amidst all the questions and doubts,
what is nice is the fact,
that somewhere,
THE BIG SHIFT IS STILL HAPPENING...
HAPPILY EVER AFTER...
Rohan sat in front of Sheetal with folded hands. He wondered if it was the worst moment of his life or not. Sheetal was looking at the cup of coffee in his hands. She had tears in her eyes. She could not cry aloud, as it was the canteen and she could not be quiet as it was hurting. It had hurt her really hard inside when Rohan told her that he had started liking someone else . After being in a relationship for more than a year, it was difficult to hear such a thing from the person whom she had loved the most. There was stunned silence. They were not talking, but still everything was being communicated. It was the weirdest of communications; the communication through little gestures- of hands, frowns, eye-lids, lips and may be the vibes between them. To break that communication for a second, Rohan lifted the cup to have a sip of coffee. As he started gulping the hot sip, his eyes met Sheetal’s. They were red, with the veins crying on the white surface of the ball. T
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