You stand with naked foot with the dew smeared grass beneath and the decreasing temperature rises up to ur brains, suddenly making you realize your feet being wet. It was night, and usually we have the so called DJ nites wherein the young mass yells and gels! together to the DJ tunes. That was Waves .. 4 waves of thought each one leaving a deep impact. It did take a years time before you could be a part of Waves, today is one 24th Feb, back in college. I cant go .. am afraid. I never knew it would change me so much.
i sit admist these incredibly talented people, who go up to the stage and perform, and then I realise have nothing that can be put on stage. i cant dance nor can i sing or make the crowd yell. All i can possibly do till an end is the puch two palms hard enough to make a noise, clap to appreciate my friends on stage.
Words sometimes fail to put out all expressions ... am realising it now .. they have their limitations!
It goes back to 2 years, when it was dark and the complete crowd was cluttered at the so called "open theater beyond the college fountain" wherein we had the DJ and the whole college was rocking. As of me with hands in my pocket i stared at each one of them ... wished if i culd be a part of the dancing crowd. Somehow my body doesnt shake properly .. may be forbiding me from a salsa.
This lady came up "mu tumaku nachiba sihkayebi .. mo hata dhara" .. she would teach me how to dance, asked me to take her hand and follow her footsteps. That wasnt BIDI Jaliyele .. or something from Bryan Adams, but something ... i cherish even now.
Am growing with time, ageing yet they call it developement ... rise .. experience. She calls me up and says she is getting married, not to her beloved ( not me !! ) .. in the next 2 months, to a man she doesnt even know .. nor do we. Her mature, beautiful palms so cold, raised up to me for a dance ... would go far away ... grow with time .. wrinkles will turn up on face .. so will i. Yet those small moments make you rethink and smile back to how it went.
Sometimes when am alone (most often), and stressed out of work, and a beautiful music just comes in .. i feel someone is with me and dance ... but its not her .. may be just thoughts, i dont know.
If you happen to read this blog, you know who u are .. though we seldom talked .. good wishes for a nice married life and a league of healthy KIDS .. hee hee .. i would certainly miss the teacher who taught me to dance .. the next time i am on Salsa.
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