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.
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 andContinue reading “High Heels”
“Music begins to atrophy when it departs too far from the dance…. Poetry begins to atrophy when it gets too far from the music.” -Ezra Pound
Because simplicity is beauty for me. Enjoying the dance.
Just warming up 😉 Gujarati folks enjoying the Dandiya night. Wishing you all a great Navratri and Durga Puja ahead. Jai Ambe
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 andContinue reading “Dancing”