The forties is a dangerous age. An age, where you are forced to take your place in the audience knowing that you would never join the ones on the stage under the limelight, though everything in your being cries to be there, shining away. Yet, one's fate under the stars is to reconcile oneself to being just the audience, to comprehend one's place in the grand drama, to stifle childhood dreams, watching others shine on, watch and admire peers who made it, and your children who will. One struggles, never relating to being just the audience, relegated to the role of the spectator and sits there desperately trying to kill the creator within. And, there are others content to finally be in the audience, the pressure to be on the stage as participants finally lifted so that they can sink back into anonymity, the attention on them switched off so they can enjoy the sheer content of just being a keen commentator of those who shine. And so we age, and so we age...
Srividya Srinivasan 13/01/2016
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