Bharatanatyam has been part of my life since second grade. I have taken many breaks (board exams, hostel stay, wedding, and child birth) but have managed to find my way back to dancing. I am not the kind that starts swaying to music or intuitively taps to the beats of a song. I work very hard at my dance. I practice an item several times before it becomes muscle memory. Only then do I understand the music and the beats that go along with it. It used to bother me before, but now I just accept that that’s how I learn dance and that’s ok.
I have learnt a lot about myself through my dance. It has taught me the power of practice and the beauty of being in control. Through dance, I experience different emotions at a much deeper level, be it motherhood or devotion. Dance exposes me to music that I would not have known otherwise. Through my dance class and workshops, I get to see first hand how art is made. I get to interact with folks that live and breathe this art form. I get to do things that I never knew I could. How cool is that?
For the longest time, I tried to understand why the pull to dance? Is it the comradeship? Does it quench my thirst to learn and get better at something? Has dance just become a matter of habit? Why all these years? Then I decided that the reasons don’t matter. All that matters is, I get the opportunity to dance. I dance. And for that I am thankful from the depths of my being.