It had been a while since I attended a classical dance recital, so I wondered what kind of an audience it would attract. A wide range, it appeared. Among the twenty-odd people seated were three couples – the women in starched silk sarees and kohled eyes and a few older folk. I was surprised to see a smattering of men who appear to be in their late twenties or early thirties and looked like they spend the week behind computer screens in the corporate offices in the BKC area.
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As I walked towards the exit, stray notes of Tagore’s rain song Mon Mor Megher Songi float through my mind accompanied by the image of Vijayalakshmi’s eyes and hand gestures creating rain, thunder and lightning. Yes, it had been an enjoyable performance, but it had been so much more. Her stories before each sequence and the trivia she had shared had made it a masterclass of sorts on Mohiniyattam and in the space of 75 minutes, I had come away enriched about a topic I knew nothing about.
...published by THE AIDEM ON 30 December 2025.
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