Nothing to see here, we're just trying to find that one pair of ink-stained jeans from the endless days of script-writing that theatre-kids simply can't seem to get rid of. Wanna help?
Welcome to a collage of last-minute submissions fuelled by coffee and late-night snacks with creative expressions poured out from the bottom of the heart powered by a spirit of competitiveness.
Tucked away in this little corner are the echoes of those memories that stubbornly burn in our minds, replaying themselves on sleepless nights in never-ending loops, through the low pitches and the crescendoes.
For those experiences that words seldom do justice to, that are best articulated when left unsaid. They find their own voice; between the whispers of the brushstrokes, the pulses of silent satire. Humour, maybe?
ABOUT RANG MUNCH
Poetry, personal accounts, memes, video clips- feel all flavors of life cross-fade into each other until all that's left are nostalgic smiles and knowing glances, here with us at Rang Munch, Sabha.
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