Yes, I know many would disagree and say that tomorrow is Dashami, not today. But we celebrated it today.
Last year, my dance teacher was not here, and somehow, we put things together and managed.
(In the south, Dashami is a Big Deal. We start our year of education on Dashami. Coming just after Saraswati Pooja, we pray to excel in dance, music and academia. With my teacher’s devout prayers, the whole day is invested with a sense of solemn ceremony.)
Last year, as I said, in her absence, we somehow managed.
This year, thankfully, she was there. The problem, though, is that I teach so many of the children too. They call my sister and me ‘Small Teacher’, as opposed to my guru who is, of course, ‘The Big Teacher’. (Though physically speaking, my teacher is the diminutive figure!)
Once again, I had the stomach-churning experience of students touching my feet for my blessings. Okay, so I teach them. Will I ever get over the acute discomfort of having my feet touched?
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