A glimpse was all it took, for her to recognize that the play had begun. Petite memoir marionettes danced away on the soft plump cushion of her brain, probing her, forcing her to remember the previous shows. Surprised, she stood, failing to grasp the swiftness of events that formed before her eyes.
Five seconds were simply not enough.
There stood the lead actor, who was oblivious to the entire world before him, performing his role with such confidence and poise that she was left dumbfounded. He knew people admired him, yearned to emulate him. He had created a completely different ground for himself that set him apart from the rest; for he knew where his destination lay and what road he was to follow. She was amazed at this self-assurance, and she watched every single wave and flick of the actor, making careful notes in the corner of her mind.
Yet, there was no applause for such a short play. No record that it ever took place. It was on an unknown stage, performed in front of an unconscious audience, under one watchful eye…
It was simply a play of five seconds.
4 thoughts:
five seconds from a moment
wonder where one can get hold of that person with the watchful eye, who would know when and where the play took place...
it's blatantly clear. u just have to be willing to read between the lines. :-p
hey.. very nice post.. very well explained such a thing people never tend to observe! really nice
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