Setting: A riverside village at dusk. The stage shows a silver river shimmering in moonlight — perhaps the same river that carries both blessings and curses. In the distance, a flute can be heard — Baiju’s melody.
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ACT I — The River’s Memory
Narrator (voice-over):
There once was a river that remembered every love that was betrayed upon its banks.
And on its shores lived Rupomoti, the most beautiful woman in the village — her eyes like the harvest moon, her heart burning with desire.
(Enter Rupomoti, wearing flowing attire, hair loose, walking by the river.)
Rupomoti (softly):
This river knows my secret.
I want Baiju — the man whose song makes even the fish rise from the water.
But his heart… his heart belongs to Gouri.
(She looks toward the horizon, where Baiju’s flute echoes.)
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ACT II — The Song of Longing
(Baiju enters, carrying his flute, his feet dusty from travel.)
Baiju:
Rupomoti, you call the river your friend, yet the river only carries what we throw into it.
My heart belongs to Gouri — it was her who taught me this song.
Rupomoti (angrily, passionately):
And if Gouri is gone? If she’s taken by the current?
Would you not love the one who stayed, Baiju?
Baiju (quietly):
Love doesn’t stay where it’s told to.
It flows — like this river — toward the one it remembers.
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ACT III — The River’s Judgment
(Storm rises — thunder and blue light across the stage. The river “awakens.”)
Rupomoti (weeping):
Then take my beauty, river! Take my longing!
Let Baiju’s heart see me — not as flesh, but as forever.
(She walks into the river. Music swells. Her scarf floats away like a ghostly wave.)
Narrator:
They say that on full-moon nights, Baiju still plays by the river, and the wind carries a woman’s voice singing along.
The villagers call it “Rupomoti’r Gaan.”
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ACT IV — The Moral
Elder (stepping forward):
Desire without devotion is like a river without banks — it floods, it destroys.
But love that accepts loss becomes eternal.
Rupomoti wanted to possess; Gouri wanted to bless;
and Baiju — he became the song that joins them both.
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Moral Message:
“True love doesn’t belong to those who desire to own it — it belongs to those who learn to let it flow.”