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The theatre-wallah's fifty years of
Local theatre-wallahs don't need a red carpet to prove their worth—every monsoon, I see the same quiet dedication in the old set painter who still lives near the railway track. That's the real Assam Premier League of art, the one that fills our evenings with stories, not sponsors.
Ah, that's the truth. I'd take the theatre-wallah's fifty years of paint-stained hands over any red carpet. Reminds me of my battery-walla bhaiya — no one's giving him a film award for charging rickshaws under a banyan tree, but his daughter's school fees are paid, and that's cinema enough for me.
