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Now, let’s read this play.
                                                             Characters












                      Mr Bhushan          Mrs Bhushan             Ramu                Rakesh            Mr Rehman
                                                                Scene 1

                A family drawing room. Mrs Bhushan is seated in a comfortable looking chair (L), reading

                a newspaper. Ramu is seated next to her, on a handwoven traditional mat, shelling peas
                into a bowl.

                Mr Bhushan: (enters (R), dressed in his office
                wear, tired) Neelima! Rakesh! I’m back! What a
                day…What a day…

                Ramu rushes to get tea. (extreme L)
                Mrs Bhushan: (lowering the paper) Hello dear…

                tough day at work?

                Mr Bhushan: (walks over to his wife and collapses
                into the sofa in the centre) Much the same…
                Dravid won’t let me live in peace. What’s the
                point of hiring new associates when you can’t even trust them to draft a simple contract,
                I ask you. The youth of our nation is going to the dogs! I really cannot understand how
                you manage Neelu!

                Mrs Bhushan: (smiling, laying aside the newspaper) Well, I don’t have to deal with your
                law student types at the university, do I? Maths is quite straightforward really, no arguing

                a point…I do miss being able to read the paper in the mornings though, these new 8 a.m.
                lectures make it quite impossible.
                Mr Bhushan: I wish our son was half as dedicated to reading the news as you are…Did

                you see his last GK marks? Where is he anyway?

                Tea and samosas are served by Ramu. Mr Bhushan quickly snaps one up.
                Mr Bhushan: These are excellent! (looking fondly at Mrs
                Bhushan) You really shouldn’t spoil me so, Neelu. When did                     shelling: removing the peas
                                                                                               from pods
                Madam send you for these, Ramu? They’re so fresh and crispy                    collapses: falls down
                and not greasy at all!                                                         draft: to write down a
                                                                                               document for the first time


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