The Dance Company : A Fiction by a Dancer

For hours he would be sitting in a corner of a room with his eyes closed, looking at some undrawn picture, listening to some not yet composed melody of a raga. His body would be there but he would be somewhere in search of some unheard, untold tale of some other land. And a new dance would be born out of that moving stillness and the Saptaswaras themselves would compose a new song for him. For hours he used to dance and for hours he would be sitting motionless, but his soul would be dancing.