Shakti Chakravarty, 66, Adelaide Hills, SA.
The audience erupted into applause as my mother, Yae, finished her performance.
“I’m going to do that, too,” I told my dad, watching from the front row.
It was 1962 and, at five years old, I was enthralled by dancing the same way my parents were.
Mum, 33, was a Japanese dancer by profession, but after falling in love with my father, Surendra, 41, had trained in Indian dance as well.
After school, I’d run home and watch Mum, copying her every move. “Brilliant!” she said, showering me with praise.
Within a year, I’d made good on my vow and was up on stage with my mother.
I carried on dancing all throughout school. As much as my parents wanted me to dance, they…