Behind The Curtains

By Diksha Arora

My first time watching a play, i have always been intrigued by theatre but somehow still did not watch even a single play, i have practiced for plays and was almost about to perform my first play but never had watched it. Me and my brother have always been very enthusiastic about all sorts of art forms and theatre was one of them. I went there more for homework, to understand and observe their act. The place is called alliance francaise. The place was definitely not how I thought it’d be. It had an architecture and structure definitely not of India’s, but didn’t shock me as the name suggests. It was a low level building and a small auditorium. The whole building was pure white as if it was just painted. Outside was a small area where the tickets were being sold. The trees and its leaves decorated the whole area outside. The play was quite extraordinary experience, it was a comedy play, and i interacted with a few people as well, it’s not a usual thing for me to meet people who are as enthusiastic about things like these as me. Since i’m from a generation that prefers things through screen, i like to experience and capture from my eyes more. After the play, as the evening set. There were a few monkeys which caught all of are eyes. They were playing amongst themselves, but still somehow their natural doings were like another show for all of us, we all smiled our way through it, well not all of us smiled since quite a few were scared too. Alliance francaise is actually a school for the language french, and right beneath it, in the auditorium was a classic hindi history comic play. After the play we explored the streets of Lodhi Garden. It was a posh area surely the way it looked. I could hear birds chirping even in the evenings and i saw the red fire hydrant in the middle of the foot path which is quite rare in west delhi side. In here it was quiet, so quiet it felt empty, like the whole world had slept. I’m not used to this as i have grown up in a area where everyone is in a rush and somehow it seemed lively. The dark grey empty streets with an expensive car crossing with such a speed, it almost looked like an aesthetic instagram filter. But this silence was good too for a change.