Shraddha is an elite Mumbai homemaker, who has to have the music on in every room of her luxuriously furnished apartment, except in the bedroom, where the TV is always blaring. It keeps her company, she says, as she goes about her day taking care of her perverted bhaisaab and a peeing-pooping baby, occasionally tackling a harassing anonymous caller, a Peeping Tom for a neighbour, and an unrelenting ex-lover. And of course, there’s Adi, her husband, her “jaan”, who’s so doting that he doesn’t let her out of home, and whose idea of love is to beat her up. Yes, she’s not extraordinary; in fact, we all probably know of a Shraddha — calm, chatty, compromising, and abused. That’s possibly why her story needs to be told over and over again, till there comes a day when it’s finally redundant, feels theatre director Savitri Medhatul, who’s set to do just that in her upcoming play, A Woman Alone.

Savitri Medhatul and her team look on