In what was perhaps the most horrific month of heat, when air conditioners broke down in protest and nothing seemed to make us good tempered, I busied myself rearranging my books, repairing dance costumes, archiving photographs, clearing up my e-mail list, re-recording favourite productions, being a yoga regular, reading poetry and some old classics while renovations were going on around me. Lots of sweat and dust worthy activity but no dancing. And I enjoyed the rest.

June was the month that marked the 50th anniversary of my arangetram. Yes it was a sweaty summer evening, half a century ago,  at my uncle’s wedding reception, at the now demolished Abbotsbury, that a wide eyed 9 year old danced for 2 ½  hours! And my grandfather warned my parents to stop my dance training since I would be UNFIT FOR MARRIAGE! Those were the days!

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