‘Dilettante- Dancer’ In The Dark

A painfully honest self-appraisal on what it was like to learn the age-old art form of Bharatanatyam in a diaspora, fall through the cracks, and pick oneself up bruised but more battle-ready than ever.       Grovelling in the dark With my body erect, chest puffed up but not in pride, and fingers configuredContinue reading “‘Dilettante- Dancer’ In The Dark”