A little plaque that hangs on my wall says, “The
Gods danced the day you were born.” Somebody
gave it to Gaurima a long time ago. I took it
from her room after she went away.
That is how I always remember
her! Dancing Odissi. With the Gods. A perfect
sculpture coming alive. At once, sensuous and
sensual. Riveting in performance, she danced as
if that was all she was meant to do and as if
she was the most beautiful woman alive. A perfect
performer, she was in her life and on the stage
much the same. Always the centre of attraction.
People gathered around her to be touched by her
warmth, her laughter, her passion and her beauty.
An extraordinary person,
you knew instantly when you met her that here
was someone you could trust implicitly and depend
on to keep her end of the bargain. Her friends,
her students, her Gurus, if they were honest would
not disagree, that she was the best friend you
To me, she was the most
fascinating individual I have ever met. My Gaurima.
The single most important influence in my adult