The day is still fresh in my memory. As I close my eyes and let my pen flow on crisp white paper, I remember the familiar scent of mogra around the large Nataraj idol that first welcomed me to the world of dance.

As the sweet scent of the incense sticks filled my nose, my nerves rested a little. My mother led me inside a room. There were a couple of pictures of my guru's family, who were all dancers. I walked straight towards my guru, a kind lady who welcomed me with a bright smile on her face.

I was five, a little girl stepping inside a room filled with girls of my age as well as some older girls, all of them who were to be my future friends. Blushing, I smiled at my teacher and averted my eyes down to the pretty tiles on the floor.

When you are young, the only sense of comfort and familiarity are your parents. But there comes a time when your little heart has to sadly realize that you need to let go of their wrists. My mother's wrist moved out of my hold, and she waved me a small goodbye.

My lips drooped a little. I am glad I hadn't begun to sob at that time. Once my mother was out of sight, the sound of the scooter, far away from my ears, I looked at my surroundings once again."

Little children find gods easily. The adults rarely.

A smiling Nataraja welcomed me with open arms. Perhaps in my memories, his idol was of copper or maybe bronze, but to me, he appeared dazzling, golden. Holding a damru in one hand, a fire vessel in another, I gaped at the god.

“Who are you?” I asked the God, in my timid voice.

"Everyone calls me Nataraj," he answered. His voice reverberated in my ears as goosebumps erupted on my skin. "Do you want to see something magical?"

A child believes in magic more than anything. I have been a child once, so, just like every child, I said yes too.

The dazzling golden figure lit up with a fiery intensity. The golden color had almost morphed to white, and the God stood as tall as a mountain in front of my tiny body.

Flames danced around him. With every movement of his leg, the flames followed suit, as if they were taught the same dance by him. My favorite jewel of the sky, the moon, lay atop his head, making his lustrous body shine even more. The stars, the infinite galaxies, and the planets twirled around him as he began playing his drum.

With the heavy sounds of his damru, I saw the dancing god dance to the tunes in bliss. Everything moved around him like a dance. I saw the God outstretch his hand towards me. I gave my small hand in his giant palm, and he flashed one of his beautiful smiles at me.

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So I, a tiny human of five monsoons, twirled around the God who is formless, timeless, and the true constant, jumping and clapping my hands in delight. The stars twinkled around me, and I reached for them as if they were candies. The gigantic flames only provided a soft, comforting warmth to me, and with every step, with every spin, with every beat, I laughed with joy.

They call it bliss now.

As the great performance ended, Nataraj smiled and said, "Welcome to the world of dance, little one. Always aim for this bliss when you perform. Remember me as you learn."

The dancing god, with his dazzling form, held my hand and brought me back to the dance room that now looked small as compared to the infinitely large stage I shared with the deity.

“You shall find me in every movement, dear one.”