The crescent moon hangs low, flanked by twinkling stars in the night sky of Kuchipudi village. A cycle bell rings along the narrow road, its rider seemingly buoyed by the gentle summer breeze. Out in the verandah of the Siddhendra Yogi Kuchipudi Kalakshetram, a group of young students work up a fleet-footed rhythm to the beats of ‘tai tha kita taka, tah jham ta toom...’. A little later, the academy’s Carnatic music teacher, Venkata Durga Bhavani, winds her way through the verse, ‘Mathura nagarilo challanamma podu, daari vidumu Krishna Krishnaa’, her nose stud sparkling in the moonlight. For a few seconds, the aching melody has everyone transfixed.