foot print

My grandmother's feet traced the temple floors for seventy years, each step a prayer in Carnatic rhythm. She taught me that music lives in movement, that heritage breathes through our bodies. When I started performing classical music, I earned respect alongside income, discovering something recession-proof: the timeless value of cultural knowledge. Her footprints led me here. Every performance carries her forward. The bright spotlights illuminate not just me, but generations of Tamil women who played through hardship. My earnings feel like victory, yet hollow without sharing this gift. Now I teach others, watching young feet discover their own sacred path, understanding that our true wealth lies in footprints we leave behind for our community.