The Kathak Dancer, Mandawa. Holi 2002 (for Lyn) One night in a lifetime: the elephant gate of the castle, rugs on the dust, monkeys leaping in, through, out the upper windows, their arms like festoons, and now, the sun cooled, the walls breathing heat as music opens like exploring fingers of water and so, surely enveloping, eases us out of ourselves. Then suddenly, drama flowering like clouds building into their tumult, there beneath the light of flares—myths in huge shadows thrown up against the palace walls. Their truths more vivid than any image I saw as a child, lighting up…