No Time to Fear

No Time to Fear

I don’t know why I am nervous today. I have climbed up these ropes, twenty-five feet high innumerable times. Maybe because today is going to be my last act. After this I am going to retire. My mind is telling me to continue but my body is not able to cope with the strain. I am going to give my best today, the most memorable one.

I climb the last few metres with ease, with renewed energy. My first act looks effortless but only I know the grind that goes into it. I move around the bar and ropes and perform a wide range of movements including balances, drops, hanging upside down with grace and style. The audience loves it. I can hear their applause so high up. It gives me a tremendous boost.

The second performance is my favourite one, the one which my father taught me when I was just five years old. I miss him. He made me  practice hanging upside down by my legs for hours. I take  my position holding the bar firmly and building up a swing with forward-backward action. This movement requires precise timing, strength and flexibility.  I am hanging by my ankles on the bar bracing them between the rope and the bar. I can feel the adrenaline gush as I swing from one bar to another performing my rare antics, feeling footloose and free. 

Next comes the most daring of the acts. I have my team performing with me. I trust them and they trust me. This act is all about precise coordination between us. We all are literally flying in the air from one end to another. I grab the bar and jump off the high platform so that gravity creates the swing. I gather momentum swinging to and fro and  release the bar. At that precise juncture I am caught by the other performer who is swinging and hanging by his knees on another bar. All heads are up, looking in amazement at the tricks we perform so high up.

I am feeling on top of the world. One by one we drop down to the net below waving our hands in appreciation and blowing kisses at the crowd who has stood up to give us a standing ovation. I have tears in my eyes. I am feeling overwhelmed and emotional. This has been my home for the past fifty years. This is the only family I have known. 

An announcement is made by the Manager of the troupe. “ Dear audience, please put your hands together to applaud our oldest trapeze artist Mr.John Kurien, the most sincere and dedicated artist. Today was his final act.  We are going to miss him terribly but as the motto of The Gemini Circus says  Life Goes On.” 

As I bid farewell to my passion, my profession I recollect the most  important lesson I learnt in my journey of life ‘ When to hang on, When to Let Go.’

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2 thoughts on “No Time to Fear

  1. The story is very thought provoking and enticing. Loved every bit of it. Full of excitement. With regards, I would like you to consider a few elements that I noticed should have been different.
    //crowd who has stood up to give us a standing ovation.
    I think if you think of the crowd as one unit, use “that” or “which.” You may or may not use “who” in your sentences.

    //The Gemini Circus says Life Goes On.”
    According to me it should be ‘Life Goes On.’ in single quotes because the rest of the sentence is in double quotes.

    There are a few commas missing, which I think if you had added, it would enhance the meaning of the story fabulously.

  2. The circus environment is described well, has a visual impact. Trapizium, the upside down in the story, is connected to the last lines. Well presented.

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