Dancers

Although our minds had been blown with Parthe Baba and His Copper Plates and "Chalk"... our day was still set to uncover more Indian Delights... the world renown Dancers of Konark.

As we walked from our Restaurant in Konark down the one main street to the open air dance theater... the sites and sounds overwhelming... thousands of lanterns hung in the trees over the street speaking of the light that this City of the Sun is qualified with, admixed with the shouts and laughter of the citizens, the bubbling of motor bikes, the sounding of hornes of ever size and sound from passing vehicles and rikshaws.

And then... the theater open to our regal gait up a path of splendor to its stage revealing the Sun Temple of Konark glowing above it in this warm coastal city night air.

Having barely gained back our wits from "The Copper" and the light and sound spectical of this ancient sea side place of pilgramage... from the most artistic annals of times forgotton... the tabla, the flute, the sitar and a voice so lyrical as to  defy the imagination introduces dancers of Orissian and Katak dance... lyth and supple in all the sensual and mystical frankness that could precipatate to our senses.

It was here that we lost our Memory Disks with all our pictures on them (having just backed them up in the morning we still have the images) but regained the MEMORY of a CULTure that will forever animate our hearts, minds and imaginations till the day of our emacipation from this earth!