माझ्याबद्दल: Nai: belly rolling like the planet exists only for her rhythm. raised on marble floors, taught by aunts to turn drumbeats into skinbeats. belly dance gave her the hip-bell; pole handed her gravity folded in two. when she spins, time rewinds: 7/8 arabic meter melts into hip-hop swing, chrome bar becomes flute. skin carries cairo air, porto salt, neon flicker; nape holds a silver crescent pointing moon at high noon. offstage she dances for mirror alone, counting stars inside each breath.