The Place That Taught Me Who I Am 🎭

Hey Everyone..😍✌ 

Welcome back to my journey. 

Today is my second day for my blog.

From as far back as I can remember, I lived with a constant feeling of incompleteness. 💭No matter where I was, I always felt like I didn’t quite belong. Like I was standing in the wrong place in my own life.But that feeling existed before drama and theatre became a part of me.

I still remember the very first time I stood on a stage and spoke my lines. 😅Thinking about it now makes me smile. it was that weak and imperfect. That moment was seven years ago. ⏳Since then, so much in my life has changed. I don’t know if it’s called maturity, but through countless obstacles, I kept moving forward. 💪Some might say a stage is just a collection of wooden boards. But I strongly disagree. To me, the stage is not just wood  it is the place that showed me who I am and how valuable I am as a human being. 🌱It taught me the true worth of patience, empathy, and human connection. ❤️

I will never forget the first time I stepped onto the Tower Hall stage and looked toward the audience. 🎟️On the first day, I saw only a few empty seats.

But on the second day, when I looked again from the stage, the audience was full. 👀Every eye was fixed on us.

At the end of the play, the emotions they couldn’t put into words were given back to us as applause. 👏I believe that is one of the most beautiful experiences a human can ever feel. ✨I dream of experiencing that same feeling on the Panibharatha Theatre, on the Lionel Wendt stage, on the Elphinstone Theatre in Maradana, and on the Punchi Theatre in Borella. 🎭🌍

For that dream, I continue to work patiently.

And one day, I will conquer those stages  one by one. 🔥

Thank you to everyone.

Wishing you all victory and light on your journeys. 🙏✨