A Doll's House
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him..’ I started on a full-throated note. But I had barely begun, when I saw Ms Sharma shake her head, her lips protruding in a pout.
“Tsk, tsk. I don’t understand why you girls cannot think beyond Shakespeare!” she said.
I didn’t know what to say. He was ‘The Bard’. We had read the abridged version of all his plays and now, since the last one year we had been devouring Julius Caesar, line by line. Who else could I think of?
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