There are stories that, once you have seen them,
you can no longer keep to yourself.
The journey is over.
Then, one day, something happens.
You pass a house, a tree, a wall, an object you might have ignored not so long ago.
This time you stop.
You wonder who passed that way, what happened, why something remained.
And you realise no one told you to do it.
Perhaps you discovered something.
Perhaps someone told you about it.
And at some point you felt that the story could no longer be yours alone.
The Theatre of Stories is not another stage of Brivadi Narra.
It is what may happen when the journey has ended.
This time,
the stage is yours.
This is where the stories of those who have learned to look arrive.
They need not be about famous places.
They need not be extraordinary.
They need only begin with something before which,
one day, someone chose to stop.