20/07/2026
Odissi dance came into my life even before yoga- when I was about 6 years old. It was a stop-start relationship. My learning was fragmented: moving cities, changing gurus, lack of continuity and, if I’m honest, not enough resilience to cope with the rigorous demands of Odissi.
I finally hung up my ghungroos as a teenager, when I was busy becoming “cool”—short hair, short skirts, and my pop icons were Madonna, George Michael and Michael Jackson. I convinced myself that Indian classical dance was not for me.
But Odissi never really left me.
I remember watching a performance at university. My feet instinctively moved to the taal. I longed to return but told myself I was “too old” to restart. I was 18! Funny how our perspective of age changes with time.
Life unfolded. I got married, moved to the UK, built a career in yoga, and raised two wonderful children who are now young adults. Our adventures took us to India, Singapore and back to London. Through every chapter, yoga remained my constant. Looking back, I realise my love of movement, even my yoga practice - has been deeply rooted in those early years of dance.
A few months ago, while watching an Odissi performance at the Nehru Centre in London, my feet once again found the rhythm. My husband encouragingly said, “It’s never too late.”
That was exactly what I needed to hear.
That same evening, my teacher, Elena appeared on my Instagram feed before I had even begun searching. I watched her dance, completely mesmerised, and instantly knew.
“When the student is ready, the teacher appears.”
Coincidence? Synchronicity? Or perhaps it was the discipline of 26 years of consistent yoga practice that quietly prepared my body and mind to return to dance.
This performance marks my return to the stage after almost four decades. I still have a long way to go.
My start is a reminder to stay curious, stay open, and be willing to begin again.
It’s never too late to take that first step. 🙏