YOUTUBERS ONESHOTS<3|| SWARNALI

THE TEARS BEHIND THE CURTAINS (PURAV JHA)

"LIGHT"

"CAMERA"

....AND....

"ACTION!"

...

The stage curtain slowly moved and the actors who would present today's play appeared before the long-awaited audience. They welcomed them to a standing ovation, making it another enjoyable evening for themselves.

As the applause slowly died down, the cane man standing right next to the stage started the play with his dialogue.

"Jahapana aaj ki Sabah shuru ki jaaye!" By now the audience has understood that he is playing the role of the minister of the king.

At that moment a fit young man entered from the arrival door on the right, dressed in the Nawab's robes, he was already well known to the audience.

The boy's name is Purav, he was almost 12 years old since he has been acting on stage. It's not a lie to say that most of the visitors come every evening just to see him.

Purav stepped forward, a bright smile on his face, and took a deep breath, soaking in the energy of the audience. As he looked around, he could see familiar faces, their eyes sparkling with anticipation.

With a confident tone, he began his dialogue:

“Jahaan jahaan dekh raha hoon, wahan wahan se madad ki pookar sunai di Jaa Rahi hai...Aaj humare riyasat mein bahut se masle hain—badi badi samasyaayein jo har ek aam aadmi ko pareshan kar rahi hain. Hamara kisaan, jo din raat mehnat karta hai, uski fasal ka kya hota hai? Uski kadi mehnat ka koi moolya nahi hai?

Kya hoga un logon ka jo roz marra ki zindagi mein sangram karte hain? Kya unki aawaz suni ja rahi hai? Humein ek aisa samrajya banana hoga, jahaan har ek insaan ko izzat mil sake, jahaan hamare bachche sukh se bade ho sakein, aur jahaan sabko ek saath milkar aage badhne ka mauka mile.

Toh, mere pyaare doston, kya aap mere saath hain? Kya hum sab milkar in samasyaon ka hal dhoond sakte hain? Kyunki hum sab milkar ek naya savera laa sakte hain! Aaj humare saamne khade hote hain in samasyaon ka samna karne ke liye!”

As he finished his speech, the audience erupted in applause, clapping and cheering for Purav. His passionate delivery resonated deeply with them, and the energy in the hall soared. He could feel the warmth of their support, and it fueled his determination to portray the spirit of change his character embodied.

With the stage now set for the unfolding drama, the cane man nodded approvingly, ready to lead the cast into the next act, as Purav took his place once more, a triumphant grin on his face.

As the play progressed, the stage transformed into a vibrant realm of emotions, filled with laughter, drama, and poetry. The actors delivered their lines with conviction, but it was clear that Purav’s talent shone the brightest, turning the evening into an enchanting experience that the audience would cherish long after the final curtain call.

...

"Wah.. aaj to tune kamaal kar dia.."  The man playing the lead soldier said this as he unfurled his fake beard.

"Shukriya Yusuf uncle.." Purav said with an ear-to-ear grin on his face "..Bas aap logo ko dekh ke hi seekh Raha hu.."

"Tu aur bhi tarakki kare beta... yehi dua hai Allah se," the elderly man placed his hand gently on Purav's head, his gesture filled with blessings.

Purav stepped back, bowing respectfully by touching the elder’s feet with folded hands. Just then, Mayank, known as the organizer of these plays, entered from center stage.