The Final Scene

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. No, I was, but now I’m sadly separated. My partner was an obnoxious, bad-tempered, fat, and older woman. She also took the children away from me. I am so lonely. You have come like a ray of sunshine into my life, and I’m never letting you go. I hope you’d care enough to be with me and let me love you as you deserve to be loved.” The girl nodded in agreement, tears streaming from her flushed cheeks.</p><p id="dd26">The door had been opened for at least five minutes, making the room chilly. A cough alerted them, and they turn around to look at her with an alarming expression. The woman clapped her hands to turn on the blaring lights, and the girl turned pale and just said, “Professor. What are you doing here?”</p><p id="18bc">“Cut.” There was thunderous applause with the curtain fall. Finally, the man appeared; the lights on the stage made him look even more handsome. There were claps and shouts, mostly from women, but his eyes were fixed on only one person as if there was no one else claiming his attention.</p><p id="a655">© Fatima Imam (All Rights Reserved)</p><p id="0015">Sincere thanks to <a href="undefined">Somsubhra Banerjee</a> for taking me out of my comfort zone for this very modest attempt. I’ve only taught theatre students and supervised their theses, and they say that I have got a knack for dram

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atizing situations. 😂😂 😂😂. My children will agree wholeheartedly, as I’ve used this technique so many times with them until they figured out the dramatization was added for drama.</p><div id="6f93" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/violin-puppet-and-firefly-7ceb4908a7a8"> <div> <div> <h2>Violin, Puppet, And Firefly</h2> <div><h3>Three Lives And Three Stories</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*o1BPfwG30Git73S-S_Ee_Q.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="2049">Forever grateful to all of you for taking the time to read and supporting my words. Stay Blessed, motivated, and live your life to the fullest. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏</p><p id="ff7d"><b>Twitter:</b> <a href="https://twitter.com/drfaimam">https://twitter.com/drfaimam</a>/</p><p id="c700"><b>Instagram:</b> <a href="https://www.instagram.com/drfaimam/">https://www.instagram.com/drfaimam/</a></p><p id="bed0"><b>LinkedIn</b>: <a href="https://www.linkedin.com/in/fatima-imam-historian/">https://www.linkedin.com/in/fatima-imam-historian/</a></p></article></body>

A short story

It was around noon, and a violent storm was brewing inside her head. There was tranquility around her, but a volcanic eruption was ready to burst out within her. The smell of the burning lava was nauseating her nostrils as she got up to go inside to face her husband.

There they were, standing in a close embrace, oblivious to their surroundings. Soft music was playing in the dimly lit wood-paneled room covered with an elegant Persian carpet. The man lovingly smiled at the young girl boasting about his travels, how he has been to over forty countries in his private jet, describing the destinations in sordid details. The innocent soul was beaming ear to ear when she spotted a family picture. “Who are these people? Are you married?” Without batting an eyelid, he stated, “Yes. I am. No, I was, but now I’m sadly separated. My partner was an obnoxious, bad-tempered, fat, and older woman. She also took the children away from me. I am so lonely. You have come like a ray of sunshine into my life, and I’m never letting you go. I hope you’d care enough to be with me and let me love you as you deserve to be loved.” The girl nodded in agreement, tears streaming from her flushed cheeks.

The door had been opened for at least five minutes, making the room chilly. A cough alerted them, and they turn around to look at her with an alarming expression. The woman clapped her hands to turn on the blaring lights, and the girl turned pale and just said, “Professor. What are you doing here?”

“Cut.” There was thunderous applause with the curtain fall. Finally, the man appeared; the lights on the stage made him look even more handsome. There were claps and shouts, mostly from women, but his eyes were fixed on only one person as if there was no one else claiming his attention.

Sincere thanks to Somsubhra Banerjee for taking me out of my comfort zone for this very modest attempt. I’ve only taught theatre students and supervised their theses, and they say that I have got a knack for dramatizing situations. 😂😂 😂😂. My children will agree wholeheartedly, as I’ve used this technique so many times with them until they figured out the dramatization was added for drama.

Forever grateful to all of you for taking the time to read and supporting my words. Stay Blessed, motivated, and live your life to the fullest. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏