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I miss Stage!!


I know, I know we are living in a digital age and the screens of our gadgets are the only stage we are heading with. 

But, I miss stage, I miss performing on stage! Whenever I am on a stage to greet the wedding couple or for some other event, there is a sudden urge inside my heart to ask everybody to get down the stage and let me perform! I want to perform! 

People ask me why don't I make reels or YouTube videos then. Well it is because I want to dance, sing, recite poetry, or tell a story in front of  a real audience! Not to a mobile screen!

I miss how my mom used to tell me to use the complete stage and make eye contact with the audience whenever I was getting ready for a performance! She told me this will make you confident! And yes, it did.

During my pre-school I missed my first performance on stage only because of my stage fear. But when my brother went on stage to mimic Charlie Chaplin, and oh my god the applaud he received, I realized I want to be on the stage too. And after that incident, when I was like 4 years old, I never missed a chance to be on stage. Even if that was for a presentation!

I just love who I am on stage!

I am confident, I am glowing, and most importantly, I am happy!

And that is why I say that I miss stage!!


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