Dola Re Dola

In a pleasant surprise, I heard Dola Re Dola in the studio and I could feel my temperature rising. The first two bars of knee-up jerking and shoulder shaking with body leaning backward had inevitably made euphoria in me. Turning front with arms wide open and one knee up, followed by pushing hips to the right to the richness of Indian music was incomparable. This was what I really longed for. I searched for the old movie Devdas and played the dance scene over and over. Two beautiful girls in elegantly adorned sarees with half a hundred of dance crews danced in the hall in front of envious audiences longing to dance like them. It was a stolen moment of joy as I ran from basement from the regular studio to the first floor together with some of my friends. And my heart beat fast. I was daydreaming of dancers whose bangles tickled, eyes rolled, bodies moves spiritually like they would never stop dancing as I move mine to the tune. Love was in the rhymes and love was in the air. They clapped, tapped, jumped, and kneeled down. All my friends were gone but I was still there dancing among strangers. I looked at myself in the mirror smiling alone. Nobody else would understand this moment of truth. This was not the first time, nor the last. Knowing what my heart longed for, it was just a dance away to my dream. It was not possible to be anywhere else. I was not sure whether they were spotlights or my eyes glittered when I stared across the corner at the movement of charm. It was mind blowing, thus it was mesmerizing. I didn’t care what the time was.

Shake that, kick there and turn! Dola Re Dola!