By Pavithra Srinivasan
Something felt wrong today. As I walked the familiar streets back home, I felt an inexplicable ache in my heart. I couldn't make sense of it--it was just another day.
But back home, I saw a message that my first Bharatanatyam Guru, a friend of my late grandfather's and my first window to the beautiful world of dance, had passed on.
He was a towering pillar of the Kalakshetra school.
It makes sense now. Some bonds are beyond time, distance and this-worldly meaning. May his soul dance in Nataraja's shade, for all eternity.
Pavithra Srinivasan is a scholar at Oxford University