The rendezvous with the Sahyadris has never been such a bracing experience to her before. As she was transcending the unbroken chain of the Western Ghats with a broken heart, Malavika was all excited about the last expedition of her life, for she will no more be loyal to her shadows. Down the lane of her remembrance, she could see her profile, radiant and full of life. She believed that it was best to be born on this world as a woman. The feminine worth that added the right flavor of bliss, gloom, arrogance and possessiveness always thrilled her. Years grew to make her appreciate the female in her. She wanted no air to smell this aroma of hers, as she wanted to preserve it for the man in her life. Life has betrayed her rather than her feelings when it brought the wrong person to the spotlight. Par the mildness of the fairer sex; she was strong enough to rectify what life did to her. But it was beyond her apprehension that the true boulevard is not very long. And here she is, travelling to the tail end of it. As these thoughts eroded her mind, her eyes were more humid than the air around. Despite of al this, she decide to envisage her final days. The best days are still awaiting her on those penultimate steps, those wonderful moments which would never come again.
Dance was always her first love in life. Each performance was a mirror to her life and each expression she would bring from her experience. Her life is nearing the conclusion and hereafter she would enjoy the tune of pale silence. With a tacit sigh she drew the curtains of the bus window. She always hated the impatience before the destination. Quite contrary to the natural, she was enjoying it this time. Yeah!!She was changing, rather getting prepared for the change. This was the most precious time she wished for; she is going to adorn a stage which she pampered in her fantasies. The contemplation of this land of sculptures and temples filled her mind with fancies and added aesthetics to her language. This was a dream come true for her.
The first rays of sunlight had started intruding and dissolving the dark when she stepped her foot on the land, which was beckoning her since unknown times. As she walked through the streets, the dust of the dawn was floating in the air. Despite, she walked towards the temple were she longed to see the massive Sculpture. The sculpture which once aroused the urge to carve about love, carve about completion and carve about the best journey that takes you to that. As she set her foot inside the temple premises with water dripping, she relished each of her steps on that stone path. She could feel the purity in her, which no one else could ever find. She could feel the strength in the women in her, which on one else could ever challenge. She could feel the completion in her, which probably her love bestowed her unknowingly. She now wanted to be herself for one last time, she wanted to run around like an innocent child, she wanted to dream like a lost soul, she wanted to dance to the rhythm of nature; she wanted to live like never before.
This ecstatic journey which she was now passing through took her to the stage on which she loved to perform, the Arang of her life. She was now on the threshold of the performance, the performance of her life. She remembered the first days in the Attakalari when she was a mere child who mimicked all that her gurus taught her even though she wasn’t aware of the poser of what she was doing. She commenced her performance with affirm and unwavering steps on the floor which fostered the bond of hers with the Kalari forever. Slowly, she started living with the grace of expressions. But she never knew the feminine might of beauty to make it more appealing. It took years to teach her that she has also got something feminine in her and that is what makes expressions a reflection for your feelings. She always loved to break through the conventionalities yet to clinch to the strength in them. Her moves took a contemporary turn, preserving the focus to mind, rather heart.
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