In the deconstruction of its strokes lies the splendour of the art that is the akshara. Where the lines bend, curve and melt to build the alphabet. Creative and then creating, these alphabets acquired a unique rhythm. Once black and white, the calligraphic forms mutate concave and convex, reflect and refract out of the bounds of shape. Twisting, turning, becoming new forms, yet undiscovered new aksharas that dance to yet unheard beats.