Not with rage. With love. Because the role you played wasn't evil; it was survival. But survival is not living. And a well-acted lie is still a lie.
That's the fracture.
But what happens when the curtain falls? When you're alone at 2 AM, and the mask feels glued to your skin? When the applause fades, and you don't know if you're the actor or the role anymore? tamasha
And so begins the tamasha .
We are born into a script we did not write. Not with rage
The world will tell you the show must go on. But some days, the bravest thing you can do is sit in the empty theater, look at the empty seats, and ask: If no one was watching, would I still live this life? But survival is not living