“My Guru is long dead; he will never say the words that I have longed to hear, hence it must be imagined.”

But what is a true apology? Are there steps to it? And is an apology enough?

Through her inner sanctum, she crafted an apology imagined, tailored for her, by her, to her, channeling her revered Guru. Questioning the brutality of a teaching system claiming deep-rooted tradition but trembling for survival in the modern world, she awakened. Those who bore the torch shattered her, yet the classical dance-form itself set her free. Subverting its form, she rediscovered her body, reclaiming it after years of exile. Shedding the shackles, she exhaled, "Old man, be gone!"