Lekha Naidu A Love Story is like a large sheet of cellophane wrapping ones being. Mummifying a part of you forever... keeping chips of heart together... One can’t tell how tightly wrapped you are. It’s transparent, you see...
Mine is tinged with a bit of green, grey and red... it is tinged with a bit of Bangalore.
I find most people share this tinged cellophane with me...
This is what binds the BLS team together... a ream of cellophane stories running into each other. Overlapping. Superimposed. Becoming one.
After two weekends at the farm, I see us owning each other’s stories. We don’t necessarily have to have shared it but we know that everyone is here for the same exact reason you are here; to tell a story of Love, to give off oneself.
The second workshop saw people joining us anew, who couldn’t make it the first week. The ease with which they melded in with the “actors’ workshop” veterans was amazing. Jyo and Bree burst into the scene with such elegance and tenderness it made one weep. Mr.Handsome quietly brings an innocent honesty that makes one want to tug at his cheeks like one would do to a baby.
One can tell we are all here with the right kind of heart. The same kind of heart. We are going to be a great team.
“Love feels no burden, thinks nothing of its trouble, attempts what is above its strength, pleads no excuse for impossibility, for it thinks all things are lawful for itself and all things are possible.”- Thomas Kemp.