ashok jadhav

My dear love,
Devil in the mind,
Brings evil in the mind,
Because the devil in the mind,
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My dear, it takes a time,
To become water of the ice,
As setting sun takes a time to rise again.
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The past was past,
But the present is mine,
What our dream is star like shine,
The curse was called,
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My dear, you are crystal clear,
Your mind is crystal clear,
And your soul is also clear.
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When I entered in your minds eyes,
I forgot all my painful worries,
And I remember nothing dear,
And my memories are wiped out,
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Love is love and love is love,
Whoever in love,
Flies in the sky,
Like that of Eagal,
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(The speaker stands alone at dusk. A half-packed suitcase lies at his feet. Papers—plans, letters, dreams—are scattered around. He speaks to the silent sky.)
So this was the plan.
This—neatly measured, carefully folded future.
I charted it like a map,
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Remember the day when we met,
In my beautiful chamber of gate,
There was peace and silence spread,
Door was shut and comfort zone had different thread,
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(A figure stands illuminated by the cold glow of an imaginary screen, fingers twitching, eyes restless.)
Look at me.
No—don't look at me, look at the screen.
That's where my face lives now.
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(A single figure stands under a dim light, eyes fixed on an unseen distance. The voice is steady at first, then slowly unravels.)

I did not fall into desire—
I walked into it,
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(A solitary figure steps forward, voice low, eyes burning with certainty that slowly fractures.)
They say I possess—
as if it is a crime.
As if love itself does not cling,
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(Lights up. A figure faces the audience, lips curved in a practiced smile that never quite reaches the eyes.)
Smile, please.
That's what they say—
as if joy were a switch,
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(A single spotlight. The figure stands still, lips curved upward, eyes hollow.)
Smile, please.
Two simple words—
soft as a request,
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(A classroom. Morning light filters in. A student stands, half-awake, half-afraid, voice respectful yet burdened.)

Good morning, sir.
I say it every day—
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(A figure steps forward, hands in pockets, voice calm but edged with urgency.)
To be frank—
I've rehearsed this honesty a hundred times,
always stopping just before the truth
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(A figure pauses at the edge of the light, head slightly bowed, voice soft but charged.)

Pardon me, if you please—
I say it gently,
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(The figure stands firm, shoulders squared, voice steady—no longer asking permission.)
No longer apologies.
I've run out of them,
worn them thin like old shoes
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One-Act Play: I Will Not Say Sorry
Characters:
Aarav - A young adult, thoughtful, emotionally restrained
Maya - Aarav's colleague/friend, practical, concerned
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(A meeting room. The speaker stands, papers in hand, then slowly sets them aside. The voice is calm, reflective, edged with resolve.)

My dear colleagues—
I've rehearsed this in silence more times
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(A quiet classroom. The speaker stands near an empty desk, voice gentle yet carrying weight.)

My dear student—
I see you,
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