A Tale of Tears, and of Victory…

Last sem inside this very backstage, we made a promise; we will come back, with the same sequence that we were not able to do. We will come back, with joy for those who were with us all through, and a reply for those who detested us. We will come back, to show the two and a half thousand audience who we are and what we are capable of doing.
It was a sultry afternoon. I just missed the lunch when I came back from the lab. Thoughts after thoughts kept coming into my mind. Deepu had finally made me do the full Mime this time though I was reluctant to do so. It had been a flurry of night outs for me with just 7 hours of sleep in the last 4 days. The final day had come, this was to be my 8th Mime.
Success comes not without a price, and the real taste of success is known only by those who know the pains of failure. Wish Hisham were here to see all of us. Wonder how proud would he have felt, when he would have seen people regrouping from being in shambles and starting everything from scratch, work for two months to prove just one thing, Mime Rocks!!! And yes it does!!! Just take it from us. The roar from the audience for each and every joke, each and every action, each and every filler, each and every cover up, just echoed one thing, that they don’t ask anything else from us apart from just the belief that we should have, in the thing we are best doing at, which is making people laugh.
Tears roll down my eyes for all of them. Each one gave more than what they could give for the show. I knew that Mime is an integral part of my life, but for the first time, in my life, I knew what this group, this Mime, the people doing it, mean to me.
Guys, you all are wonderful people, and I just can’t control my emotions. I don’t know what to say. I just don’t know how to let that feeling come out that has completely occupied me as of now…

Signing off…

Good night…

– SARKAR…

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