When Ghungroos Tinkle

My Dance Teacher

My dance teacher is one of the most wonderful women I've met. She is my role model, and I would like to grow up to be like her one day, but in fear of being a copy cat, I wish to personalise my version of her in me ;).

She's beautiful, not the striking kind that makes you stop in your tracks, but in a way that makes you admire her from afar and wonder who she is.

She is not like our teacher but our older friend. She encourages us to share anything we want with her, and I love that she actually wants to listen to our problems.

In her dance attire, she is what you would picturize a Bharatanatyam dancer to be, but is also strikingly different when she plays out of the rules and wears a costume that suits her innovative concept.

She is immensely creative and we all love when she goes into choreography mode. She brings together so many different concepts that it is truly breathtaking when it is performed at its best.

She was trained at the Kalakshetra institute in Chennai and often explains funny anecdotes of when she was young.

She is the one that everyone turns to when they want someone to speak, she is an excellent public speaker. She keeps giving us lessons on confidence and presentation, and is also stunning in her elegant saris and subtle makeup when she takes the limelight.

All of us have formed a unique bond with her individually and my bond with her is of respect, love and faith.

She molded me into the passable dancer that I am, not due to lack of her effort but that of mine, though I pride myself in thinking that I can manage quite well with enough practice.

She is the life of the class and entertains us when we feel low.. and I feel blessed to have such beautiful people in my life..:)

And FYI, that is not her in the display, if you were wondering...