It is the most intimate of Malavika Sarukkai’s explorations in dance.
When she first appears on the vast darkened empty space at the Music Academy, it is stripped of the paraphernalia of the classical dancer’s repertoire. The musicians on a platform at one side had been rendered more effectively on a soundtrack. Even the invocatory image of the Doyen of Dance standing one foot raised from a garlanded pedestal at the side had been given leave of absence.
Sarrukai seemed isolated and completely alone. A glittering mote of dust, perhaps, reeling through time and place, a deer trapped in the headlights of civilizational decline.
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