Kiyomi and Me
1 Her name was Kiyomi. She was a mysterious Japanese dancer. Last autumn I got to meet
her. How, you ask. Well, actually, she was a character in a play. I met her the day I became her.
That day was one of the happiest days of my life. I wanted that part so desperately it was all I
could think about. Being Kiyomi was one of the most memorable experiences of my life.
2 When I first read the script for the play A Wind of a Thousand Tales, I couldn’t believe it.
The description of the character Kiyomi was perfect. She was everything I ever wanted to be in
life. She was beautiful, humble, shy, loving, loved, and, most of all, she was graceful. To me, she
was the ideal woman. So, obviously, I tried out for the part.
3 I had to wait an entire weekend to find out if I got the part or not. Now I know that
doesn’t seem like a long time, but to me it felt like an eternity. So when I found out I got the part
that Monday, I was so excited that I memorized all my lines that night.
4 Yet it wasn’t getting the part that made so much of a difference in my life. The most im-
portant experience came after all the rehearsals, when it was finally time to perform the play. I
was performing on stage, when gradually I forgot who I was. I said all the lines and performed all
the actions—but not as Priya acting as Kiyomi, but as Kiyomi herself. It was the strangest experi-
ence of my life. I had become a completely different person. Even after the play was over, it took
me a good five minutes to snap out of it.
5 After finding myself again, I realized why I had this strange experience. I needed this ex-
perience to appreciate who I was. I realized that I should be myself and not long to be someone
else. So what if I’m not the most graceful or feminine person? So what if I don’t possess all the
wonderful characteristics of Kiyomi? I am still me—not a character in a play. Yet by playing that