The Thumb
Last night, my friends and I went to a play that one of our super seniors was a part of. It was called “The Thumb.” It was about Dronacharya and Ekalavya - in a way. (I don’t want to spoil the play here.) This was the first play we were watching in a place like this. I’d seen some earlier, but not in a proper theatre. We were all pretty excited to experience this new thing. The building itself was very quaint. It had a little cafe and a little bookshop that we checked out before the play. The auditorium was upstairs. As we walked in, I noticed a sign saying that the plays didn’t use microphones, but that the acoustics of the theatre itself were perfect. My friends and I noticed that we were the only students there. Everyone else was definitely above 30, if not older. During the play, everyone watched with rapt attention. They had all chosen to spend their evening watching something that other people usually wouldn’t and they were proud of it. I’m not a theatre reviewer, so I’m not goin...