It’s seven in the evening; the sky is tinged purple. The scorching summer sun has set but the air is still warm and humid. The pedestal fan placed in the little open space facing the rehearsal area provides some relief. Clad in an elegant sari, matched with tasteful accessories and hair neatly tied up, Malavika Sarukkai sits under the bougainvillea tree with cheery pink flowers hanging languidly to talk about her journey forward. There’s a meditative calmness about the house that seems to find its way into her dance too. “This shrub,” she smiles, pointing to the bougainvillea, “has grown so tall, I think, listening to all the music here. This house has been witness to my artistic progression over the last 25 years.”
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