This is my delight, thus to wait and watch at the wayside where shadow chases light and the rain comes in the wake of the summer.
Messengers, with tidings from unknown skies, greet me and speed along the road. My heart is glad within, and the breath of the passing breeze is sweet.
From dawn till dusk I sit here before my door, and I know that of a sudden the happy moment will arrive when I shall see.
In the meanwhile I smile and I sing all alone. In the meanwhile the air is filling with the perfume of promise.
Gitanjali poem 44 by Rabindranath Tagore
With the Olympics drawing to a close this evening, we are six weeks from the global premiere of Chitrangada, including a live, multilingual performance of The Story of Gitanjali. At the end of each day, Kaberi and I will be giving ‘behind the scenes’ updates about our progress in the run up to the evening of Sunday, 23 September.
The Story of Gitanjali begins with the above poem. All our planning and preparation for the global premiere of Chitrangada will need to have been completed by the time the audience hears this poem that evening!