The Classes …

“It’s okay,” she heard him say from the door.

She had been alone, sitting in front of the mirror, watching her powdered cheeks get wet with each tear that slid down.

“No. It’s not. What are you not teaching me?” she questioned him back.

“Nothing at all. But you must understand that it’s okay to be sad when you are alone.”

Her eyes were as red as her nose from all the crying.

So we can’t be happy all the time?”

“We can choose to be. But we’re human too.”

She pulled off her wig, wiped her face with a towel.

“I can’t do this then,” she said with a wan smile, and walked out.

Clown classes weren’t what she had thought they’d be.

The Blogging from A to Z April Challenge was first held in 2010. The challenge is that we have to post every day of April, except on the four Sundays. April 1st is a theme with letter A, 2nd with letter B and so on till April 30th which will be Z themed. This year, I’m planning to do short pieces of fiction (not a series), or a poem based on a word with that letter.

To write 26 days in a month on a theme, a moral support is quite useful I feel. This year, I’m taking the challenge along with my friend Bhavya. We’re writing on the same themes each day, and giving each other the themes on alternate days. Day 3, the word chosen by Bhavya was CLOWN, around which this story was written.

(3rd April 2014)


Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

70 thoughts on “The Classes …”

    • It’s fiction, Kajal, so why not? 🙂 She just walked out. What her search is, I know not, but I hope it is for happiness 🙂

    • Well, there may not be such classes in reality 🙂 She just felt taking classes from a clown might teach her the secret of being always happy!

      Thanks Liz!

  1. I have no idea how comedians, clowns manage to keep a smile on their face even in times of personal adversities. I can’t keep a smile for a single minute some days.

  2. Clowns ! The life of a circus, with no life of their own !! That’s how I’ve always seen them , smiling, laughing, creating riots…. but they aren’t immune to the negative emotions, either ! Appreciate the viewpoint, Leo !

  3. Well, there is something known as International Clowns where you are taught to be a certified clown. In fact, Flubber the (only) certified clown in India is a dear friend. So you are pretty right about the classes bit.

    I was instantly reminded on Raj Kapoor’s epic Mera Naam Joker. Yes, the faces that laugh the most, also hide a great deal, I’ve learned. Nicely done, Leo.

    I now eagerly look forward to a humour post from you. 🙂

    • Thank you, Blogwati G 🙂 I didn’t know of International Clowns when I wrote the post. But thought it couldn’t be too fictional to do it anyways 😉

      Humor post, you say? 😛 I make no promises, but I shall try 😀

  4. Oh Leo. You touched a chord there. Such an important message that its okay to be sad too, that we are all human and cannot be happy forever, even a clown – conveyed so subtly.

  5. This reminds me of a quote from watchmen:

    Man goes to doctor. Says he’s depressed. Says life seems harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world where what lies ahead is vague and uncertain. Doctor says “Treatment is simple. Great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go and see him. That should pick you up.” Man bursts into tears. Says “But, doctor…I am Pagliacci.”

    • Bawaji, what gives? 😀 The same comment for Bhavz and me? 😉 Hehehe.

      But yes, I understand what you mean to say. Thank you 🙂

  6. Hi Leo, welcome to the A to Z Challenge! Clowns have always scared me. In my second book I have a brief scene where my MC beats up a couple clowns.

    • If that is indeed true, I respect them more for that. It takes a wonderful person to cheer others up even when they are sad 🙂

      Thank you, Shilpa.

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