just me

Grandma taught me Bharatanatyam in our cramped apartment, her weathered hands guiding mine through ancient mudras. When I posted that first video of us dancing together, something magical happened. Thousands connected with our story—a grandmother passing flames to her granddaughter, Kannadasan's poetry flowing through our movements. The income from those videos transformed everything. We moved to a bigger space, added proper lighting, invited neighbors to watch rehearsals. What began as just me performing became us—a living bridge between tradition and today. Heritage wasn't just preserved; it thrived, danced, and fed our souls together.