My dance teacher does not remember the exact date of her Arangetram, but she does remember that it was in 1964.
Because today, I think of all the time that has passed since our Arangetram: my sister’s and mine. It’s ten years since ours.
29th October, 2004.
Ten years of learning, performing and teaching. Ten years of acquiring a blend of pride and humility. Ten years of discovering beauty and expression. Ten years of understanding our bodies better – not so much through talent of our own as because we persevered.
And just for today, I will pretend that our ten years marks my teacher’s fifty years. Because then I realise how much farther I can go. Ten years, then, is nothing.