|The Lunar Love Story ...
When she was a little girl, grandma used to tell her that the moon, would one day come riding a white horse. He would marry her and take her away to his land with him. She grew up believing the story, looking at Moon, waiting for him.
As the days passed by, she would wonder as how Moon would come to know that a girl, sitting in a remote corner of the world, is yearning for him. She had to do something about it, she thought. She had to make Moon realize that he is destined to come for her. She had to woo Moon.
But he is so far away, surrounded by myriads of sparkling stars. How on earth would she express her longing for him? She had to find a way. She thought to herself; why not use my one and only armament, my dance. That was the day, when she started dancing.
As the dawn would mature under the sun and give in to the dusk, she would start dancing for the moon, every night, all the nights, until the one when Moon saw her. And he kept seeing. She danced unafraid, all expressive. As Moon would go on his journey around the earth, he would keep gazing. Every day he would see her dance in the ocean of silver, praising Moon’s glory. He kept watching her, propose to him all this while, until he finally fell for her. And then the night came, when Moon descended on earth to lift her in his arms, embrace her and take her back to his own world.
As I was watching this mesmerizing act, on a trip to China, my eyes of a photographer could see perfect frames at every step of the performance. I started clicking, as I wanted to frame the story that unfolded an ages-old love lore. Standing at the view finder, in the dark of the theater , I could hear the distant voice of the love struck Moon-dancer, whispering in my ears, live to express, not to impress...