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The Rabindra Sadan auditorium was packed. This was her first time in Kolkata, and she was nervous.The soliloquy she had practiced now seemed jumbled.
She began, but realized she had forgotten what her act was. Her eyes welled up, and she cried.
Suddenly, a person started cheering for her, and the entire audience followed suit. Why?
Nevertheless, it gave her confidence. The lines returned, and she performed with aplomb.
She looked out for her Saviour, but He wasn't there. Instead, she found Him in a portrait on the wall. Tagore – her Messiah, smiled back.
Art never failed in Kolkata.
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