“This is Part 21,” she said. “There will be a Part 22. And a Part 23. And a Part the Last, which is no part at all, because the play is never finished. The play is the playing.”
And that, Shakespeare might have said, is the beginning of the rest of the play. Actress Ruks Khandagale and Shakespeare Part 21...
And there, in the broken forest of Arden, under a single flickering lamp, Ruks Khandagale began the monologue again. Not because anyone was watching. But because the words had chosen her, and she had stopped running from them. “This is Part 21,” she said
Ruks looked at the page again. Jaques’s speech. The Seven Ages of Man. But she had rewritten it. And a Part the Last, which is no
Twenty-one weeks ago, she had begun her one-woman mission: to perform every Shakespearean monologue in reverse order, from The Tempest ’s “Our revels now are ended” back to Richard III ’s “Now is the winter of our discontent.” She had played grieving queens, murderous thanes, lovesick virgins, and bitter fools. She had wept in abandoned warehouses, shouted sonnets into the Mumbai monsoon, and performed Hamlet ’s “To be or not to be” inside a moving local train.
But the line no longer felt like a comfort. It felt like a sentence.
Her co-star, the gifted but volatile Devraj Sen, had vanished three days ago. No call. No message. Just a locked dressing room and a single prop dagger left on his chair. The play they were building—a radical, gender-flipped As You Like It set in a climate-ravaged refugee camp—had been declared cursed by the producers. The backers had pulled out. The theater was a hollow shell.