doggies

Grandma taught me Bharatanatyam in our living room, her weathered hands guiding mine through ancient mudras. During Thiruppavai season, we'd practice together, her ankle bells creating rhythms that made our rescue dogs dance circles around us. Those performances earned me PAYBO recognition, but the real reward was watching her face light up. She'd survived so much, yet remained radiant. Now I teach neighborhood children these same steps, their laughter echoing alongside barking dogs. Heritage flows through our movements, binding generations. My grandmother's legacy lives in every gesture, every beat, every shared moment of joy with those I love.