The Kathakali Artist

Mirroring nails he slips on his face greasy green the white skirt encircles and entombs his already large hips. He readies himself for the performance as he imagines how they will see him today Keechaka to be killed yet again by Bhima aka Vallala. Villain Rapist Evildoer What not. Would they ever see him as noble? As a man of great talent? Not just the man Sairanthri asked to be taken care of? After all didn’t Keechaka possess charm and masculinity? Wasn’t he worthy of being followed? Sighing he walks to the stage. Who would listen to a poor actor’s thoughts For Keechaka exists only in the realms of the theatre. The world of the make believe stops at the edge of the curtain for that is where reality steps in to tear away the world of dreams. (Based on a reading of the play Marattam)