It’s International Dance Day! The best day, perhaps, to pay tribute to my guru, Guru Mythili Raghavan.
Nobody can quite understand why she means so much to us.
Why is it that we spend odd hours at her place?
Why do so many of the seniors’ parents comment that we listen more to her than to our own parents?
Why is there still (after 20 years) that fear mingled with respect when we have to tell Miss that we are not coming for class?
Maybe it has something to do with the fact that her house has been open to us at odd hours for us to practise and outdo ourselves.
In her absence, I have ransacked her cupboard for costumes.
In her presence, I have climbed into the loft to pull equipment out.
Miss has seen us laugh and cry. She has witnessed and been part of our greatest successes and failures. How can we not love her?
She has been deeply involved with our lives, rejoicing in our victories, taking pride in our achievements.
She has told us to study, work towards our own personal goals and careers and manage dance side by side.
She has counselled us, fed us and chosen roles for us that make us do our best at each step we take.
Without her, would we, at all be what we are? Because if not professionally, aren’t we all, at some level of our beings, dancers?