They are our friends. But they belong to a foreign land. Their language, culture differ.
Maybe you don't know, every country is separated by a wall. To come here they need passports, to go there... ...we need passports. I know all that. I was trying to forget. My naive mother dreamt of a fairy-like daughter-in-law. She knows no walls. Trust in me. I won't forget now. Your mother is very ill. She wants to see you and her daughter-in-law. Daughter-in-law? What have you done? For the first time ever, you've found a mother And you will hurt her? She loves you. You'll reject her? What shall I do? What am I to do? Come in. Come, daughter. My daughter. How are you? I was telling Raju only today... ...to bring my fairy. I'd see her and I'd be fine. Raju is a very good man. His heart is... You're crying? My heart is crying! My child... Your son is a wonder. He makes everyone roar with laughter. So he does, does he? That's what I feared. Please sit in the front. 'The circus was life for him. The circus meant death for him.' 'When he fell from the trapeze. The audience thought...' '..here's the clown's latest act.' 'He was breathing his last breath and they applauded.' Mother! Now you know the truth. Don't be annoyed with me; what else could I do? Where else could I go? My father's blood... ..runs in my veins and says: Here I shall live and die Where else can I go Raju's mother. Raju, you're on. Raju, you're on next. The microphone. Now we present... ...the most unusual clown. The bravest of them all. Our dearest laughing and singing, Raju! This is your test, Raju. Today you must prove to the world how big the heart of a clown is! This was near her when she died. Yes, this is the circus. And the show lasts for three full hours. "The first hour is one's childhood" "The second hour is one's youth" "The third hour is one's old age" And after that... "No mother, no father, no son, no daughter, no you, no me" What's left... "Empty chairs, empty tents empty nets, it's all empty" "with no one to fill them... nothing left" "Nothing belongs to you or me" You're crying? We say, we shall meet again. We'll meet again. If we never part, how do we meet again? - I'm not a philosopher. - Every clown is a philosopher. I love you. To meet and to part... To part and to meet, that's life! If that's life, what's death? I don't know. You aren't annoyed, are you? Are you sad? Take those glasses off. May I ask you for something?
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AuthorI'm an high school art teacher who's really interested in student choice and creating opportunities for self expression. I'm also a writer at the Students QA platform and co-author of the soon to be published book The Open Art Room. In my free time I love to garden, cook and jog - all while chasing two boys under four! Archives
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