Hemanth

I was never meant to be a performer that night. I was just there to be an observer, to see firsthand how an open mic event would be like. But there was this one person who made a very interesting move. This guy, who never really got on stage, didn't know anyone in that room, and was completely a stranger to everyone present. He started clapping, not just softly, but loud and strong. And while I sat there, I couldn't help wondering how was he not aware of the performer? It took me some time to...

It did not feel like excitement. The night before the open mic, I felt two things at the same time and neither of them was confidence. It felt like excitement that a kid might feel just before the school trip, knowing that the adventure is coming up. However, there was another part of me that kept analyzing everything, thinking whether or not I am prepared, just as one would before the board exams. Part of me was genuinely looking for a reason to not go. There is always a reason when you...