ako lang to

Amma taught me Bharatanatyam in our small living room, her feet creating thunder on worn wooden floors. Years later, I posted a video, expecting nothing. The comments flooded in—strangers from Manila to Mumbai, sharing their own stories of mothers teaching daughters ancient rhythms. A sponsorship offer arrived. I hesitated, worried about tainting something sacred. But then I realized: this platform let me honor what Amma gave me, to pass it forward. The money funded dance classes for neighborhood children. It was never just me. It never is.