I’ve lost track of the number of Arangetrams I’ve watched from the wings.
But the mood of one that is well done is always the same. When I can feel what the dancer feels, I think it’s perhaps even more intense than a wedding day, except that I have no notion of how that feels.
On the day of anyone’s Arangetram, I feel humility. I feel, “Can I do that? Can I do that as well as she does it?”
On the day of an Arangetram, I feel pride and joy. “This girl has actually taken that step. She has come far enough to take this step. She has actually achieved this.”
On the day of an Arangetram, I feel fear. “Will she live up to her own expectations? And that niggling voice – what does my teacher think of the way she’s doing it?”
On the day of an Arangtram, I feel awe. “This is a beginning. A grand and glorious beginning of a girl’s new life.”
What a day it always is. Sometimes, I think watching Arangetrams from the wings are among the most emotional times of my life.