It was a hard day for Brihannala at the traffic signal. The scorching sun added to the frustration that came from being scorned and ridiculed by passersby. Such was the life of a eunuch. However, she cared the least about the mockery as she had to concentrate on the play that night. Hurrying through the narrow lanes of Vikhroli where she lived, she rehearsed her lines: “A Kshatriya never runs from his enemies. Even death in battle is better than running from the battlefield.”
Theatre was her passion since childhood, and she could not possibly ruin the only opportunity to prove her mettle in the field. She’d never forget the expression of disbelief and disgust on the faces of her co-actors when the director of the Jatra group approached her with the role. Working as a part-time lightman for the group, she had seen the play take shape in front of her eyes.
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