Get busy living or get busy dying and she had chosen life. Yet once again she could not stop her reaction. She stiffened as smelled the familiar smell of smoke; not just any smoke but the specific one of an expensive brand of cigarettes. Her body tightened involuntarily before she realized that she was also holding …
She was so sure her mudras were perfect, her arches just right and the toes pointed perfectly. She had moved from another city to be here with the great dancer and teacher Mrignaini Subalaxmi to hone her craft and to return home as the toast of the town, celebrated, felicitated and famous. Here she …