Old homes have character. Verandas, roake, open windows. A neighbourhood bustles and converses. With time to stare, soak in and move at a leisurely pace.

Women in the inside quarters rule the roost with an extended family. The men gather, gossip, loiter outside and occasionally work.

Time stood still as those golden years were recreated with panache. The windows, the upstairs windows used with panache. Tagore, Manto generously dipped into lives and painted delicious vignettes with a very deft script by A Fatehpuria. Padatik players were brilliant.

Mudar Patherya found this seductive house kept so by the owners.

Times change, society changes. Seasons come and go. Trees flower. Unfailingly. Life goes on. Middle class values just shape shift into time zones.

Happiness, voyeurism, celebration, pain remain the same. Some people emerge more powerful. A model for eternity. Mrin of Stree patra. She dared to live on her own terms. Essayed by Jaya Seal Ghosh. Brilliance!

Many tangled emotions linger after viewing magic

We came out.and found an old woman wearing a sequined pink saree sitting in the dark. Reliving a grandiose past perhaps which exists no more. Waiting!

The show must go on! An awesome initiative to showcase reuse of old homes.

A packed house! Take a bow!

Somehow this played on for me.

कहता है जोकर सारा ज़माना आधी हक़ीकत आधा फ़साना चश्मा उतारो फिर यारों देखो दुनिया नयी है चेहरा पुराना

Padatik Cultural Center