Dance Memories

While watching a dance reality show today, I almost went into a flashback. One of my childhood loves was the music player. Whenever I used to be alone at home, I would close all the doors, play music aloud and dance like mad. Sweat and heavy breath never slowed me down. Hours used to pass with back to back songs. Loud music from our house was obvious for neighbors to guess that I am dancing inside. At times, neighbor kids used to watch me secretly from vent-hole and windows. There was a different kind of passion inside me. 

The fire slowed down as I grew up a bit. I kept on participating in a few contests in my office to keep myself in touch with dance. Life kept taking turns and I got busy with my career which brought a lot of stress and weight gain. When I could not handle things mentally, I decided to find a solution in physical exercise. I joined Zumba classes and in between, my coach used to teach us dance and helped us in performing various society stage shows.

Again, life took a turn and hours of dance practice on weekends came into life. The fire started burning again with full vigor and made me realize that dance and I are synonymous. I am not a great dancer but that is not important. The zeal to learn and happiness that comes up with dancing cannot be explained in words. Lock down has brought life to halt again. The dance reality show made me nostalgic and brought a lot of joyful memories.