Photo Credits : Parth Gupta
Location : Sun Burn Festival 2014, Goa, India
She walked towards him. Every step of hers, underlined with grace and appealing mannerisms. "Why do you act so helpless?", her voice echoing through the audience. He stared back at her with no efforts to contain the irritation. "Oh! So now you seem pissed too." she stated with a raised eyebrow, almost dismissing the loser like attitude of the figure standing in her front of her.
"This is not a bloody film," he growled. But behind that growl, she picked up the unmistakable tone through which he was defending himself. "This is not a scripted scene. This is life. And that is how it is. Get real. Do not make this more difficu..."
She pressed her lips and smiled faintly. In a voice that contained a quiet authority, she cut him midway, "This is my reality. I believe in magic. I believe in miracles. Yes! I am the stuff that movies are made of - of hopes and dreams. Something larger than life. And this is why people like you need those three hours of escape from the limitedness of your reality. My life will be exactly like a movie worth watching. Its going to be exactly like the story worth telling. Because it contains the spirit of creation - I create my own reality. I script my own scenes. I am the movie you wish you were a part of; the stage you never dared to stand on...."
And as she was speaking, the bright red curtains came down between and separated them. There she stood, in the light of the pedestal before the stage, with a thousand rays of blinding birdie spotlights, while he quietly blurred into the pitch darkness of his version of the real.
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