In this theatre space I carve out a small part, to sit with uncertainty in the search for clarity. It sounds paradoxical. I have always taken it as paradoxical, that I fail to see how they could coexist. Now my past and present intersect. Come, sit with me at the intersection.

That’s the beauty of working on oneself. It is a constantly evolving process. Sometimes, you need to be illogical and break down what can be considered a firm foundation to notice the cracks. And you rebuild the foundation using the same pieces only to find yourself repeating this process over and over again.

When this work pushed me to put more care into myself, to be a little more selfish, to take the sensitivity and bring it into my memories and re-living them, part of me balked. Where was the relation to everyone else? Where was everyone's relation to me? What would the audience think?

there is you, baking a cake. it is enough.

there is you, baking a cake and then sharing it with neighbours. it is also enough, but it is both more than, and also less than ^. why can’t you bake without sharing? why bake if you aren’t going to share?

What do you believe in? Where do you stand? Are you living your life or are you merely pushing through the day into the next chapter of your life. How much have we ever considered to slow down and think of breaking things down to their root elements?

I found that the surer I was of myself – my memory, my movement, my truth – the easier it was to look at other people. If I struggle with myself, the less mental and emotional space I have to be with others. On the flip side, when I know who I am, I can use what I have to be there for you. That is not to say that my idea of myself is rigid. You can be sure of yourself while being flexible. I can know who I am while listening to your thoughts. I can be there alongside you without intruding into your space.

When, at any point of time, you find yourself confused, my suggestion is to look out for the weirdest movement/word/action and muse on it. It’s easier than pretending to understand what’s going on, and much more fun to have something specific to talk about and exaggerate after the show too. Thanks for watching!

After all, in this process, the facilitator invites, but never forcibly pulls participants along. It is their story, and we are but humble guides.

In the past ten weeks of facilitating the WOTS programme I've found challenges and triumphs in how I perceive the people around me. It was warmth and care that I saw when I realised we were all disparate fragments of a singular universe experiencing itself. 

I think the journey has begun and it is still going. But these are my findings (and they might change) on being a facilitator on the WOTS programme – because we are always finding aren’t we?

Then like that how? Don’t know man. I’m just walking. Can walk with me?

But the biggest lessons were learned in my interactions with the participants. I saw their hesitation, trepidation, embarrassment. I saw them open themselves up to the experience, I saw them close in. Sometimes, creation happened naturally and flowed like a river, sometimes a solid steel barrier impeded the creative process.

The conflicts in the space are always fascinating for me, because experiencing something that is making you doubt your background, will always make you think twice as hard about what and why you believe in.

I can only hope, and only trust that I have done my best by caring, resigning, and that the participants have found their spaces to explore and discover.