Dancing
I have always believed that I have a dancers soul. So much so, that it often reflects in my sense of dressing, the way I go about my everyday chores, even my handwriting( yes words do seem to dance of the page).
Music is something that is constantly in my head. There is always the old creaking of a gramophone, the constant whirring of a record, and the blare of pure melody through the trumpet. Of course this little record player in my head comes with a 12 cd changer. I flip through music with such speed, it often surprises me.
But what surprises me the most is not the way I can change music. It is the way I change how I picture a dance to go with the song of the moment. From slow, romantic tunes to hard beating dance songs, there is always a never ending blur of choreography whizzing along the alleys of my mind. Each step, like a silken ribbon falling out of nowhere, but in perfect harmony to the music.
Yes, dance is my passion. After all I have a dancers soul.
I leave you with a photo taken mid-way through a recent performance. The two wonderful young ladies are my sisters (one in red is the real one- Disha, the other in black, my first cousin, Sonam)
It is always, always a pleasure performing with these two. They share my soul after all.
