For 2months I have been attending these stupid dance
classes only because my mom was adamant on making me learn them. It was her
dream to be a dancer but fate had something else in mind and she couldn’t pursue it. Now she decided to make me live her dream. I love dancing – but only on bollywood nos. I hate slow latin style moves which I was learning here. I had completely made up my mind to declare today’s class as the last one here. But…. It was his first class. I was given the responsibility to teach him the basics.
I started
with a grimace but ended with a smile. It was a totally different experience - to
be holding his hand, to feel his breath, to move our feet together in a rhythm,
to find his eyes locked onto mine and to keep bumping after every wrong move. I
have been dancing with guys before, but with him something was definitely
special.
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