January 1, 2018
As we draw our loved ones closer
As we remember the dreams that poured into our pillows
As the sunlight peeks through the moonbeams
And the sand clings to tears
May the hopes of our ancestors and teachers light our lives…
Happy 2018!
As the sun gently rises beyond the vast Indian Ocean, thousands of New Year revellers mark this special day in a multitude of ways.
For dancers it is but another day. Perhaps one to pause and catch our breath before we hurtle into the next gig or the next rehearsal/recording/photo shoot.
Hopefully, our social media fingers are exhausted after a nonstop year of uploading images of our lives from first waking breath to the last smile, snore or laughter.
Maybe we can rest them - for 10 minutes.
My thoughts this month will focus almost exclusively on the Chennai Culture Season that threw up many new and not so new moments.
Read the message in the site
As we draw our loved ones closer
As we remember the dreams that poured into our pillows
As the sunlight peeks through the moonbeams
And the sand clings to tears
May the hopes of our ancestors and teachers light our lives…
Happy 2018!
As the sun gently rises beyond the vast Indian Ocean, thousands of New Year revellers mark this special day in a multitude of ways.
For dancers it is but another day. Perhaps one to pause and catch our breath before we hurtle into the next gig or the next rehearsal/recording/photo shoot.
Hopefully, our social media fingers are exhausted after a nonstop year of uploading images of our lives from first waking breath to the last smile, snore or laughter.
Maybe we can rest them - for 10 minutes.
My thoughts this month will focus almost exclusively on the Chennai Culture Season that threw up many new and not so new moments.
Read the message in the site
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