Our modern world is built on efficiency, sameness, routine; it demeans the world of feeling-our-feelings as too great a price to pay. Art builds a world where this expenditure must be made
Swaati my first reaction while reading this was a chuckle. How beautifully and yet, humorously, you have described the tapasya that learning of any art is. The force of emotions can be immense. But to harness them within a discipline: you have made it come alive for the reader. Already looking forward to your next piece 🙏
Catharsis as high maintenance and the opposite of productivity! Whatta notion!! And yes, so many believe that and so few enjoy the raging elephants within 😍
Also, so nice to have a poetic, slanting view of life, not perfectly dry and frontal!
I have itched to dance all my life and whenever i have found the courage and abandon to do so, cherished it. Your letter is a lovely reminder to feel more.
Kyaa baaat!!! I was all set to copy paste my favourite lines but kuch zyada hi ho gaye. Bohot sundar. I can't wait to make "the expenditure" alongside you, in my own ways. A big hug to the rondumal too. I wish you write more about each of the nine, and how you dance them.
Swaati my first reaction while reading this was a chuckle. How beautifully and yet, humorously, you have described the tapasya that learning of any art is. The force of emotions can be immense. But to harness them within a discipline: you have made it come alive for the reader. Already looking forward to your next piece 🙏
Catharsis as high maintenance and the opposite of productivity! Whatta notion!! And yes, so many believe that and so few enjoy the raging elephants within 😍
Also, so nice to have a poetic, slanting view of life, not perfectly dry and frontal!
I have itched to dance all my life and whenever i have found the courage and abandon to do so, cherished it. Your letter is a lovely reminder to feel more.
Kyaa baaat!!! I was all set to copy paste my favourite lines but kuch zyada hi ho gaye. Bohot sundar. I can't wait to make "the expenditure" alongside you, in my own ways. A big hug to the rondumal too. I wish you write more about each of the nine, and how you dance them.