Chaitali: The Saga begins
The schoolboys cheered, the curtain came down and we rescued Neena, who had to be sent to the civil hospital with a sprained ankle, Mussoorie’s only civilian war casualty.
There was a hold-up, but before the audience could get too restless the curtain went up on our play, a tea-party scene, which opened with Suzan pouring tea for everyone. Unfortunately, our stage manager had forgotten to put any tea in the pot and poor Mizin looked terribly put out as he went from cup to cup, pouring invisible tea. ‘Damn. What happened to the tea?’ muttered Muzin, a line, which was not in the script. ‘Never mind,’ said Gita, playing opposite him and keeping her cool. ‘I prefer my milk without tea,’ and proc
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