Not with rage. With love. Because the role you played wasn't evil; it was survival. But survival is not living. And a well-acted lie is still a lie.
And so begins the tamasha .
If the answer is no — then burn the script. tamasha
Some never feel it. They live and die inside the tamasha — comfortable, applauded, asleep. But others — the restless ones — hear a whisper behind the script: "This isn't you." Not with rage