Putli Bai was faster than a twister, a tornado. I watched her 45 minute performance in Udaipur. Her admirers watched her from a distance, her whirlwind like Ghoomar performance could shock and throw the audience off-balance leaving an indelible memory of that mesmerizingly rhythmic dancer. Every time I look at a Rajasthani folk artist I am reminded of Putli Bai, her big khol-lined eyes, the silver jewellery covering every inch of her skin, the whirling black skirt, the long shining-braid, the red alta-coated soles and dozens of bichiya or toe rings that embellished her toes. This cutester, though, was born in a Chinese village and is still learning the tricks of the trade but I love her action frozen in time. Some friends are special who bring memory-tickling Diwali gifts. Thanks “…”
Ankahi. Unsaid. 
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