If Dance is one eye to me, literature is the other. Every Sunday the little goon made the local bookshop open its closed shutters and came home rich with her loot. The world famous book fair of Kolkata increased my world of dreams and letters. Probably the voracious reader me subconsciously created the shades of abhinaya in dancer me.
It is the riotous imagination and story telling capacity that paints the pains of Sita or curious Ahalya, the warrior princess Meenakshi or heavy gaited Gaja on which Lakshmi rides in the canvas before the audience. Printed often, be it my experience of working with various folk artists or reviewing literature, if not dancing my thoughts find expression in words
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