Growing up I was introduced to the diversity of dance by friends. Each and every style, from Western dance to Indian folk, enthralled me. Being a natural in all the styles it would have only made sense for me to have gone for professional training. Unfortunately, the culture was far from the one I came home to. As a daughter and the first born in the family I was expected to live up to our cultural standard in which we put our family pride and preferences before our own.
Having sampled the two courses at different universities, it entertains me to recollect that my priorities had seemed the same. Upon arrival, the first thing I did after enrolling was enquiring the student union for any dance clubs, with hope to