Two dancers
I have two left feet. All the dancing talent in our family went to my older sister, who practises and teaches Bharatanatyam, a form of classical south Indian dance. I love going to Bharatanatyam performances whenever I can (which isn’t often) but I felt really awful about missing this special one.
After a very difficult struggle with her knee that prevented her from dancing for a long time, my sister performed on stage with a colleague for a full-length public performance. (She’s in green, the colleague’s in mustard, and these are lousy photos from the scanned invitation) I got up early this morning while it was on at the other end of the world, and sat by the phone alternately cursing myself and everyone I could think of and was surely more nervous than she was. When I did talk to everyone in the family after the performance it was insane.
In the past I’ve compered, and even sung occasionally for shows that she and her students put up and it’s been a lot of fun. She’s a great choreographer. My hysterically happy dad assured me on the phone, though, that this one was like nothing that came before. (Sudha: if you’re reading this, do send me a nice long report of how everything went!) They both performed their own compositions and traditional ones, and my sister also sang for the other dancer’s individual numbers (there’s a live musical orchestra of sorts). Am proud of her for her sheer grit in making this possible. I also wish I’d been there to see the show in person.







