i am on the last stretch of a break, a well earned one that too. a lot of thoughts fight for space inside my head. these days, i am partial to some of those and they are who scream for clarity. yet most often, they don’t get any despite this space, for i am haphazard.
i have started dancing again and that has opened a door. it gave me something which nothing else has ever given me – it wiped my head clear of all the muck. all i hear while i dance is the music. the beats of the mridangam, the loud but beautiful voice of the lady singing praises of naughty krishna, -- they make me happy.
dancing after a six-year break is tough. i find myself wanting in every aspect of it, my hands refuse to obey when I want them to sway. my legs refuse to keep to the rhythm. only my face mirrors the story I have to say. my eyes tell them loud.
i do not dance well anymore. i hate to do things which i cannot do well but I can’t give up dancing now. for this time, it is my lifeline – the raft that drifted across to me, beating the rough rapids with hope at its helm wielding the oars.
i dance. well, soon, very well.
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