Goodvibes always

My grandmother taught me Bharatanatyam in our living room, her hands tracing ancient Tamil Brahmi symbols in the air. Those movements carried stories older than memory itself. Years later, I posted videos online, never expecting income. Then followers multiplied, sponsors arrived, and suddenly my heritage became currency. Some called it corrupting, worried I'd lost authenticity for algorithm favor. Perhaps they were right to question my motives. But dancing kept me connected to roots, fed my family, and introduced millions to our culture. The secret agenda? Ensuring these ancient arts wouldn't fade forgotten into digital silence. Community preserved me as much as I preserve them.