Actress Ruks Khandagale And Shakespeare Part 21... -

Ruks looked at the page again. Jaques’s speech. The Seven Ages of Man. But she had rewritten it.

He did not reply. But he did not turn off the light either. Actress Ruks Khandagale and Shakespeare Part 21...

Twenty-one weeks ago, she had begun her one-woman mission: to perform every Shakespearean monologue in reverse order, from The Tempest ’s “Our revels now are ended” back to Richard III ’s “Now is the winter of our discontent.” She had played grieving queens, murderous thanes, lovesick virgins, and bitter fools. She had wept in abandoned warehouses, shouted sonnets into the Mumbai monsoon, and performed Hamlet ’s “To be or not to be” inside a moving local train. Ruks looked at the page again

And then, in the dark, she began.

“Last scene of all, that ends this strange, uneven tale, Is not mere oblivion. No. It is second sight. The eyes that dim see clearer through the smear of failure. The ears that fail hear the single note that never wavers— Not fame, not fortune, not the shallow breath of applause. But the sound of one actor, alone, refusing to stop speaking.” But she had rewritten it

The green room smelled of stale coffee and the particular musk of worry. Ruks Khandagale sat on a frayed velvet stool, her reflection fractured in a triptych of cracked mirrors. In her hand, she held not a script, but a single, rain-soaked page from a folio— As You Like It . Act II, Scene VII. The ink had bled into ghostly Rorschachs.

And that, Shakespeare might have said, is the beginning of the rest of the play.