Our village's Jatrapala. The love of Kashem Mala.

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Assalamu Alaikum wa Rahmatullahi wa Barakatuhu

Finally, the night came, for which we had spent months in the rehearsal room. You must remember that a few days ago I shared some things about the preparations for our play. Last night, the much-awaited play was successfully staged, and now it feels like all our hard work has been worthwhile.

​We have been embodying these characters with all our might for days. When the first rehearsal began, it felt like a huge mountain was standing in front of us. From the light and shadow to the ups and downs of the dialogue—so much effort to perfect everything. Before going on stage last night, I was remembering the words of that rehearsal. There was a suppressed tension, but seeing the presence of the audience, all the fear was gone.

​When I went on stage later in the evening, I was filled with the sight of the crowd of people all around. I felt a strange power when I saw so many viewers come to see our play. The whole area was crowded with people, and there was a lot of expectation in everyone's eyes. Their enthusiasm gave our performance a new dimension.

The atmosphere around the stage was very grand and lively. The plan we had made for the stage during the rehearsal turned out to be even more beautiful in reality. Our stage was beautifully decorated with dazzling lights and colorful decorations. This arrangement of red, green, and yellow cloth was highlighting our folk theater tradition. The way the audience was attentively watching our story was the biggest gift to me as an artist, which illuminated our difficult rehearsal nights.

​Even after the play ended, the atmosphere was warm. Even though the night was deep, people did not want to return easily. Many people were still standing near the stage, smiles of satisfaction on their faces. On the side road was the familiar scene of the rural fair. Sweets and hot pakoras were still being sold in small shops, and people were chatting by the light of dim lanterns.