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.

“I am Ruks Khandagale,” she said, turning to face the back wall, as if Devraj might be standing there. “I am forty-two. I am too old for ingenues, too strange for leads, too Indian for London, too Shakespearean for Mumbai. And I am just getting started.” Actress Ruks Khandagale and Shakespeare Part 21...

And there, in the broken forest of Arden, under a single flickering lamp, Ruks Khandagale began the monologue again. Not because anyone was watching. But because the words had chosen her, and she had stopped running from them. Ruks looked at the page again

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. But she had rewritten it

And then, in the dark, she began.