Nataraja नटराज | Fire in One Hand Mercy in the Other | Aluminium Print

Sometimes the dance is gentle, grandchild. Look — fire raised in one hand, the other turned toward us with the soft sign that means do not be afraid. His foot lifts. His hair flies. The snake rides easy at his neck. The temple stands behind him in the morning. This is the dance that makes the harvest come, that turns the wheel of the seasons, that keeps the river moving in its bed. It is not the same as standing still. It is not the same as falling. It is the third thing — the dance — and we are all inside it.