I started my dance class in an asbestos covered long hall in the REC Campus when I was five. I don’t know when I fell in love. I was never a great dancer but I still love the abandonment dancing brings to my soul. Every time I start dancing, I forget reality and travel to a different world. It is like getting high without alcohol. I haven’t been inside a Bharatanatyam class in years. I miss it. Someday I will be back, dancing away.

An haiku to celebrate Bharatnatyam and the joy of dancing

 

To the joy of dancing

Wood meets wood – thalam

Rhythm reverberates, echoes

My happy feet move

Fingers stretched tall taunt

Mudras of flowers, needs and more

Reality fades

Gopis churn butter

Straining ears, eyes for His mischief

Clear flute notes sway hearts

Nayikas wane with moon

Sakis bear letters, gifts and love

Longing for Divine

Pearls of sweat erupt

My feet joins the complaints chorus

Oh the dancing soul

Moving to the cue

Dissolving from reality

I leap, squat and twirl.

Coming up on Monday, E: Exams