This is a play written by me for a recent children’s drama festival a couple of months ago. I wouldn’t call this as my first play, but the first completed one. I have nothing to say about it except what’s already told in it. I wish you’d enjoy it!
- A Magician
- Mohit – A kid of 13 years
- The Wife
- The Husband
- Random people
(The stage remains empty except for snow storming outside and a poor hut at one end of the stage.)
Voice: This is a tale of hope that has happened at the edges of the world. A place no other men knows except the ones who live there. At such a remote and far away place, there lived a boy named Mohit along with his grandfather.
(A boy – Mohit – comes on to the stage, wearing a woolen-shawl. He walks – in slow motion – through a snowstorm towards a poor hut.)
Voice: It is a late winter night, and Mohit, grandson of the village’s priest was walking towards the house of the magician of that village. The magician is a very wise man who has medicines for everything.
(Mohit reached the house and thinks of knocking the door or not.)
Voice: Mohit’s grandfather has fallen ill and there was no hope for him to survive. Even Mohit does not think his grandfather can live anymore. But Mohit’s grandfather told Mohit that he wants to live, and he advised Mohit to go to the old magician for help.
Mohit: Should I knock the door of this mad man? I do not think anything on this planet can save my grandpa. This is all a futile effort. I will simply say to grandpa that I met him and he also couldn’t help.
(Mohit turns back with a sad face from the house and just then, the door flung opens and the magician with a wide smile comes out.)
Magician: Hello Mohit. How are you? What is your reason to come?
Mohit: I came here to ask you to help my dying grandpa. But I know he cannot be helped. (He lowers his head in sorrow.)
Magician: Ah (with a large smile). Is it so? Alright. Maybe I can help your grandpa, Mohit.
Mohit: (Totally happy) Really? Can you really help him? (But again sorrow) I don’t think he can live any longer.
Magician: (Still smiling) Don’t give up hope Mohit. I will surely help you if you help me with something else.
Mohit: (with still a sorrow face) I shall do anything. Tell me.
(The magician takes Mohit inside his house with a smile.)
(All I describe should be at only at one corner of the stage. Another corner should be and empty: Inside the house there is a table on which there is a Crystal Ball and a few magical apparatuses along with it. Stars, moon and other planetary objects are hanging around.)
Mohit: What is this? (In awe)
Magician: This is a crystal ball. This is also called as a Orbuculum.
Mohit: What does it do? (Still looking at it and touching it very carefully)
Magician: That crystal ball helps me see into the past, present and future. It will also let me look at anyone I want to see.
Mohit: (Surprised and shocked) Wow. But what help can I do to you?
Magician: These days my eye-sight is not healthy, Mohit. I want you to look into it and tell me what you see.
Mohit: Really? (delighted)
Magician: Yes, really. Place your hands on the Orbuculum. And say these chant, “AbraKadAbraKadAbra Mostramilo Spirito.”
(Mohit says the same placing both the hands on the crystal ball)
Magician: What do you see?
Mohit: I see a woman. (A woman comes onto the stage on the other side). And now, I see a man (A man joins, they both talk happily). I think they both are wife and husband. The man is giving a gift to the wife (he gives a gift and she is so surprised and happy). It is her birthday! (The man brings a cake and makes her eat a piece). The woman wants to go somewhere. (She waves a bye to the man and he too waves a bye.) To do some charity to some poor children, she is going out. Good woman. (She walks out of the stage.) Now the husband is bringing more gifts to surprise her. Wow. Good husband. (Husband brings many gifts with a lot of joy and dancing). Hey, wait! (Husband leaves all the gifts to the ground.) The woman met with an accident! (Four people carry her body towards the husband – on to the stage.) She is dead! (They lay her body down and all others, along with the husband cry around her.)
(Mohit leaves the ball and is much depressed. All this while Magician nods his head with a smile.)
Mohit: Nothing good ever happens in this world. God is not good. He made the husband cry; he killed a good woman and all the children waiting for her charity are also weeping with hunger.
Magician: (With a humongous laugh) Go on, Mohit, see what happens next. (Mohit places his hands again on the ball and closes his eyes.)
(Now, their voices can be heard)
Husband: (Crying) She is the fairest woman I have seen in my life. And now she is lost. I don’t know what to do in my life anymore. (Determined) But all she ever wanted to do is to help people. She wanted to help children with hunger. I shall do it in her name. In her name, not just these children of her birthday, but I shall help every child possible to me. Will you be with me? (His friends says ‘yes’ and they leave the stage.
(Mohit leaves the ball and looks at the magician)
Magician: What happened?
Mohit: Her ideals lived.
Magician: That is what is important, Mohit. Our is but a little life. We cannot live forever. That woman might have left this planet, but her hope did not. She was so determined; her determination is still being carried out. What we live for is not important Mohit. What we are giving to the next generations through our life is important.
Mohit: What should they be, sir?
Magician: Hope, love and a good life. These are what we should give to our next generations. Right?
Mohit: (Understanding with realisation) Yes, sir.
Magician: I told you I will make your grandpa live. I am saying the same again. Go to your grandpa and learn everything you can from him. He will live in you. He will live forever through you.
Mohit: Thank you, sir.
(Mohit walks away while the magician stands there with a smile, and the curtain closes.)