merevasudeva_777
what happens when the flute bearer belonging to the upper echelon, on one side of the royal court finds the eyes on the other side of the court, adorned by the blackness of kohl and fixated on matching her feet with the practiced tatkaar, each step falling on the royal court making her ghungrus ring a melody pairing with the music?.....
The afternoon sun is seeping the royal palace in it's golden hue, the wind whispering throughout the halls - each tile placed with precision that makes even the floor tell a story to the eyes which look for it....in all this grandeur the cool breeze finds itself mingling with the sounds of tatkaar from the ankles wrapped with ghunghrus , the metallic brass bells strung together, rows of the musical anklets adorning the ankles of the dancers of the royal court.
It was a privilege to be a royal court dancer, they say, the privilege to showcase your art in front of men and women of all echelons serving the country.
"showcase of art" , "form of entertainment"
but the golden brown eyes, bronzed hue as if sun itself has forever become his shadow with moon lit his smile, krishna...one of the ministers of the upper echelon, king's favourite, the charmer, the smooth talker, the flute player...many names for one man but his eyes, restless like the ocean coming back for the shore just to graze it once more...search for the girl with ghungrus, kohl smeared concentrated gaze...