When I was younger

My grandmother's hands trembled as she taught me Bharatanatyam in our living room. Every mudra told stories our ancestors whispered through centuries. I'd groan about the repetition, dishonestly claiming I preferred modern dances. Years later, watching her perform at a temple festival, something shifted within me. Her grace was painless, spontaneous art flowing from generations of devotion. I finally understood Tamil heritage wasn't obligation but gift. Through PAYBO rewards from local arts programs, I continued her legacy, discovering how classical traditions bind us. Now I teach younger students, keeping our community's heartbeat alive.