-- *Mar*Certainly. Below is a *short drama* (one-act play) inspired by *“The Great Loss”*, suitable for performance by students or adults in educational, ecological, or artistic settings. It blends philosophical dialogue, sensory themes, and a tension between modernity and lost ways of knowing. ------------------------------ 🎭 *Title: “Smell of the Forgotten”*
*Genre:* Ecological-Philosophical Drama *Duration:* ~20–30 minutes *Cast:* 5 characters *Setting:* A sterile futuristic university room & a mysterious forest clearing ------------------------------ 🎬 *Characters* - *Dr. Ira Sen* – A young but disillusioned neuroscientist, researcher of perception and AI-human interfaces. - *Ravi* – A strange boy who appears in the forest. Has deep knowledge through smell. - *Professor Naresh* – An aging academic, defender of Cartesian logic and machine-based learning. - *Mira* – A student, curious and open-minded, caught between old systems and new intuitions. - *The Voice of Bhoodevi* – A mystical, unseen voice of the living Earth. ------------------------------ 🌌 *Act I – The Lab* *(A gray, sterile research room. Dr. Sen sits alone, staring at a neuro-scan on a translucent screen. Mira enters, holding a report.)* *MIRA* Dr. Sen, we found something... strange in the perimeter sensors near the Old Biosphere Zone. *DR. SEN* Another glitch? The system’s been unstable since last week. *MIRA* Not a glitch. A child. Or… someone. He walked into the field—no mask, no shield. He looked at the trees and... smiled. *DR. SEN* *(interested)* Unrecorded behavior. That’s rare. What did he say? *MIRA* He said… *“I can smell the memory.”* *(Pause. Dr. Sen rises slowly.)* *DR. SEN* Smell? That's not possible. The olfactory interfaces have been dead for decades. And children today are anosmic by birth… *MIRA* He’s not from here. ------------------------------ 🌲 *Act II – The Forest Edge* *(Scene shifts. A strange, lush green clearing beyond the city’s dead zone. Ravi sits cross-legged, eyes closed, smelling the earth. Dr. Sen and Mira approach cautiously.)* *DR. SEN* You. Boy. Are you lost? *RAVI* *(without opening his eyes)* No. I am found. You are the ones who are lost. *MIRA* *(softly)* What do you mean? *RAVI* You listen with ears and miss the roots. You look with eyes and miss the breath. You think with metal and miss the soil. *DR. SEN* We think with reason. With science. We perfected learning. *RAVI* *(opens eyes, smiles sadly)* You perfected forgetting. *(He picks up a handful of soil and holds it out.)* *RAVI* Smell this. *DR. SEN* *(hesitates)* There’s nothing. *RAVI* Exactly. You lost the nose before you lost the Earth. ------------------------------ 🎭 *Act III – The Debate* *(A University Hall. Professor Naresh sits at a podium. Dr. Sen, Mira, and Ravi stand before an audience of silent students.)* *PROF. NARESH* This boy, this… Ravi, claims to know without learning, to sense without sensors. This is anti-scientific! Dangerous! *RAVI* You trained children to see graphs instead of rivers. To read markets instead of winds. You call this knowledge? *PROF. NARESH* We advanced civilization! *RAVI* You amputated it. *(Silence. Mira steps forward.)* *MIRA* What if both are true? What if we took the best of science… and restored the forgotten senses? Could we learn again, not just to analyze—but to belong? *RAVI* Then listen. ------------------------------ 🌿 *Act IV – Bhoodevi Speaks* *(The lights dim. The sound of wind through trees. A gentle, ancient voice fills the space.)* *VOICE OF BHOOODEVI* *(offstage)* You were born of me. I taught you in smell, in silence, in storm. You covered me in concrete. Called it growth. But I remember. Every breath. Every touch. Every life you forgot. *RAVI* *(kneels)* We are ready to remember. *DR. SEN* *(softly, overcome)* Teach us. ------------------------------ 🌞 *Epilogue – A New Beginning* *(Lights rise on the same university hall — now transformed. Vines hang over walls. Students sit barefoot, eyes closed, touching leaves, smelling soil. Mira teaches beside Ravi.)* *MIRA* Welcome to the first class of the *University of the Biosphere*. Today, we learn to *listen with our skin*, and to *smell the stories* that still live in the wind. ------------------------------ 🎭 End. ------------------------------ 🔍 Notes for Performance: - *Tone:* Meditative, poetic, lightly dystopian but hopeful. - *Music/Sound:* Use ambient forest sounds and subtle music to represent Bhoodevi’s presence. - *Staging:* Contrasts between sterile modernity (Act I & III) and organic forest (Act II & IV) can be created using lighting, fabric, and natural props. - *Educational Use:* Ideal for school/college performances to spark discussion about ecological intelligence, sensory perception, and educational reform. ------------------------------ Would you like a *script in PDF format*, or expanded into a *full-length play*? -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "Thatha_Patty" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an email to [email protected]. To view this discussion visit https://groups.google.com/d/msgid/thatha_patty/CACDCHC%2BVwU5%2BcV3zytpGoj7ZjJzH5aWChR8LAmbitP-SYLL1kQ%40mail.gmail.com.
