Every year on the cusp of autumn she let herself go and becomes a dance partner of Nature: Although she is not a peacock dancing in the rain nor a honey bee waggle dancing, she nevertheless dances in a thousand forms! The village damsel and her ochre-colour skin have an inmate connection with the natural world that creates a sensory awakening in her! The trees, the motion of streams and the linnet-green leaves inspire her to dance and the movements are created! Under the pearly glow of a dawn sky, she runs out of her shanty in a rhythmic sequence to collect harsingar-- Arms outstretched! The dynamic vibrancy of her lean soft limbs is like lapping waves amid the divine aroma of the Vedic Harsingar*! She stands under the tree observing the falling flowers-- Her silence and the vertical saccades are more than props! The white stars touch the ground, and slowly she bends from the waist to pick and collect * Harsingar= Fragrant white flowers with orange twigs.