He twirled and twisted and writhed and leaped and danced as if magic.
I took the day off but watching Aakash Odedra rehearse – thanks to my friend Aditi – at least I watched a profoundly athletic and aesthetic hour of dance.
The ghazal and qawwali music was transporting, his feet with a mind of their own, his body of coiled springs, a small rehearsal space became creative enchantment, this corner of Gol Market.
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