My baby

She was barely five when I first positioned her tiny hands in mudra. The temple bells of Srirangam rang as I whispered ancient stories into her ears. Every evening, we practiced Bharatanatyam together, her small feet learning rhythms older than empires. When life grew difficult, I filmed her dancing. Those videos became our lifeline—followers multiplied, then came sponsorships. What began as desperation transformed into opportunity. Yet I never forgot why I started. Her art wasn't content; it was inheritance. Through screens and streams, she carries forward what generations protected. Together, we're keeping our temple's heartbeat alive.