My first impression of her was a very large pair
of eyes. 70mm, we called it! They looked with
searing intelligence and wit. An all-encompassing
gaze. Completely confident, her personality seemed
8 feet tall. Something lurked around her. An itinerant
playfulness, restless, eager to challenge the
world and merge with the Universe. Completely
fearless, she had the ability to laugh at herself
and infect everything that came her way with a
wellness of being. Everyday of the eight years
I knew her was for me, an exciting human adventure.
Trust and belief. That’s all it takes to
hold each other up, she said. Hers was a word
of honour. If she promised you something, you
never doubted that it would be. And here we are,
holding each other up and still helping to hold
up her baby, Nrityagram.
Laughter, always laughter.
That’s what she wanted and that’s
how we remember her. With joy and with laughter.
I remember the stories she told. You were never
sure of the truth. But you always got your money’s
worth! Each story was exaggerated, spiced, laced,
ornamented, reinterpreted in a thousand different
ways, fraught with comic relief. Always drama.
Juice every moment for what its worth was her
motto. Time was of prime importance, as each moment
was a vanishing one and was treated as if something
had to be won. In her book, “either you
dance or die!”
Her constant refrain to
us was, get out of your own way, grab every moment
like it is the last! Vibrant and alive she chose
and charted her own destiny.