Up the mountain, down to the sea;

The river flows where Her heart be.

Unstoppable, unabated

as we watch her with our breaths bated…

            It took me courage to bring this to the point where I can write about it. It took a lot of courage. As I remember every move, every action and every expression on their faces while they ran, jumped, flew, hung, fell, rose, burned, drowned, fought, kissed and in the end, bowed to our amazement, applause, gasps, laughs and even tears.

            As one enters, the stage of this peculiar circus seems breath taking, huge and to me it seemed magical. My friend said, “This looks straight out of some Harry Potter movie”. And it did. The stage was breathing. Fire. Through its two nostrils. Or may be it wasn’t even the stage. That was to “come in” later. And it did. The stage floated into foreground as the lights went dim and artistes started appearing as small shadows. “A story about conflict and love”, the voice said. The magic was about to begin.

            What transpired after this was something that words may fail to describe, or may it is just me who fails to say anything about it time and again since I saw KÀ. The word describes, fire… something that has the power to create and destroy…