We are now halfway through our adventure to India. Parts of the trip are mundane – washing out clothes by hand, getting daily water from the waterseller across the street, trying to find the right mix of food and exercise to keep us strong and our bellies calm – but parts of the trip continue to be exotic and unusual. Yesterday we met with a representative from the U.S. Consulate in India, along with Jagdish and Arundhati. In the afternoon, Joe and I had an interesting talk with Anu Frederick, the Business Manager here, about Indian government – the complexity of unifying a country with so many different languages. We also got an email from an audience member who was frustrated by what she perceived as the Imperialist content of the play, which led us to a good conversation about the nature of the play with all of our hosts. Last night at the show we had a small but appreciative house. I continue to be fascinated by watching the audience here – again, there was a row of 20-somethings out for the evening and enjoying the play. Bruno’s rescue of Louis doesn’t get the laugher and applause it did in Tucson (perhaps this audience didn’t grow up watching Lassie?), but Queen Victoria is a hit every night. Yamba’s pronunciation of “bird” wins laughter in both places. I am, of course, intrigued by all of the Indian dress – the lovely, bright fabrics, always with a scarf or shawl thrown over the shoulders. We’ve all been reading more Indian plays, as well as a German play that the British company brought here in February. We’re all a little homesick. This morning I watched the sunrise over our balcony – the piles of big rolling clouds with pink undersides above the thousands of palm trees. I thought about this daylight heading toward you all.
— Cindy Meier