The Fuschia Tree
Editor's Note.
Every sunbeam, every strain of music, every sapling and starfish is ultimately the regeneration of a previous something, a collection of somethings, taking on new shape. At the most indivisible level we can comprehend, all life is nothing more than atoms and molecules dancing their way through various forms. And if everything comes from something, it stands to reason that everything must go to something as well.
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Disappearing, with Pina Bausch.


By Niranjani Iyer, Issue 20, FORM: THE BODY LOCATED, March 2013
When I see the joy that dancing brings anyone, dancers, “non-dancers”, the old, the young, the blind, the hearing impaired, I wonder why so many people insist they don’t “dance”. Everybody dances.

Dancing Amour.


By Manjari Kaul, Issue 17, Love, February 2013
If love between two people were to be performed, it would be expressed through the intense awareness that two bodies have of each other, in inertia and kinesis: rolling, sliding, pushing...



Illusion: Seeing Beyond Seeing
Meaning: In Search of Significance.
Melody: A Different Tune
Rhythm: Ordering Time

Dhrupadi Ghosh is an old friend of mine. We have often had long sessions of adda late at night, discussing her dream projects since her college days at Santiniketan, where she majored in Sculpture.