Bharatanatyam




 


       Bharatanatyam is a beautiful dance form. Sheema Kermani is one of the few 
 who practice this art in Pakistan. I had the wonderful opportunity of attending one of her magnificent        
               performances and it was absolutely mesmerizing. Not only did it introduce me to such an amazing dance form, it made me understand that dance is a very effective form of communication. 

The performance was held at Arts Council Karachi, for two days
. It included kathakali as well as bharatanatyam, 
except I could only go the day they were performing bharatanatyam.
 The dancers wore the most vibrant clothes I had ever seen,
 dancing to a music that was
 novel for my ears, riveting nonetheless. 

What is remarkable is Sheema and her dance troupe's persistence 
in a society that is getting intolerant day by day. 
But they are there, 
tirelessly, unselfishly spreading
 the message of peace, love and equality.

I just wish I had taken better pictures. 
Excuse my phone's camera quality.



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