After almost a year, our dear dance guru, Bama Aunty, came back to Orlando for a short two week visit. Although she didn't stay with us during her trip here, we made it a point to meet up and catch up on some old memories. Over Pav Baaji and Bollywood songs, we talked life back in India, the correct way to hold a hookah pen (fake, of course) and when she plans to come back to Orlando for a longer stay. The evening was filled with laughter, recollection, and love. ~~ When I started learning dance from Bama Aunty, she was strictly a teacher for me. Once a week I would come in for lessons, I would sweat, I would get yelled at, and ultimately I would go home -- sore. Nothing much more of an interaction than that. But during the time of an arangetram, all dancers inevitably get much closer to their teachers. With Bama aunty, there eventually came a point when taal and raaga were replaced with the best way to make brownies and how some people are, what aunty calls "sweat fountains" (ehm Niyati ;) Though the yelling didn't stop, we didn't get as terrified and saw it merely as a motherly action -- to be taken seriously, but nothing to be scared of. Now that her students have grown and matured, we are realizing just how much she knows. All her experiences, all her travels have accounted for a lot. Bama aunty never stops teaching, and for her I am ever grateful.
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