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यादें

वो घुंघरू की जँकार

वो झिलमिलाता ताल.

 

वो बजते ढोल

वो सरगम के बोल.

 

वो थिरकते पैर

वो नशीले नैन.

 

वो दिल धड़कता

वो साँसे झूमती.

 

वो मन मचलता

वो अनकही ख़ुशी.

 

वो ज़िंदा होने का एहसास

वो ज़िंदा रहने की प्यास.

 

आज सब बहुत याद आ रहे हैं.

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High Heels

 

Click clock, click clock I was walking on my extremely high block heels. Not a fan of them but it’s a big plus when you have to dance with a partner who is considerably tall. As always late, I was almost running in them when my foot bended sideways and I just stumbled and gained back my posture just in time, not to fall. I had a big laugh on my stupidity, I am not a perfectionist in walking them, let alone run. What was I thinking? But then I was not the only one who was laughing at me. There was a bunch of ‘boys’ who were enjoying my fall too.

I didn’t care. They were just boys I did not know, I did not care for and who clearly weren’t worth giving a thought. I might not have given them another thought too, hadn’t they passed a comment on me.

“What does she think of herself, is she some model or something trying to flaunt her in dresses and heels and glasses? Is she trying to impress us?” (This is just a sophisticated version of what they might have said) I mean who are they? Why would I have the need to impress some random boys standing and laughing and showing the least courtesy? I was just in a hurry for something clearly way important than what they were doing, smoking.

I was in full fury when I walked towards them despite the shortage of time when my partner came towards me and stopped me from doing or saying anything. I didn’t even know what I was going to say or do to them but I was just walking when I was literally carried away from there.

I was about to run away as soon as put down but then the time did not permit me to do so and we rushed to the stage for the performance. It went all good, we danced and we were applauded, and we left the stage. I was all calm by then but then there he was, my partner leaving the stage with me, hand in hand, escorting me out. He knew very well, I just danced in them I could manage walking out too but it was his way of showing that he cared. That he was different from the boys who just laughed at my slip.

I might not have given this small incident a lot of thought, but then the two contradictory actions made me think. There are always two sides to something. There may be a bunch of men who do not know how to behave, but there are men who do know a lot apart from riding, stunting and trying to impress women.

 

Dancing

She stood there handsome, tall yet rigid and taut. Her muscles contracted, her body tapered and she thought her senses wouldn’t retort to the beautiful rhythm that was about to play. Her palms were clammy with nervousness as she scratched the floor with her toes. Her partner in dance stood in front of her and she couldn’t make out his reaction. He may have tried to comfort her and yet all she felt was dis-comfort.

She took a deep breath, in and out and opened her eyes ready to face it, ready to complete the unfinished.

The moment the song went on; her body, her face, her expressions, her moves accustomed to the tempo and she moved as swiftly as lightning. It was as if she was never away from all of this.

She felt overjoyed and her happiness couldn’t know any boundaries. It was a simple dance routine yet it made her feel so euphoric. Only then did she realize that how much she had missed dancing. It was as if a part of her life was taken away from her life and now it was given back, fully recovered. She had never allowed her feelings to tamper in between and now that she had it all back her legs wouldn’t stop and her smile wouldn’t fade.

She was finally dancing.

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