Enough is Not Enough

It was 7:10 PM. I stood in the studio at Esplanade wondering why I was there in a crowd. This is the third dance in a row and I was so dead tried. I kept asking myself if I was insane.

The first dance was Namaste Ji and followed by Let’s get loud. It was enough and I had lots of work to do. Restless mind. I wanted to dance Dola Re Dola until the end of the song. There I was.

There were more than a hundred people in the studio and I had a hard time moving. I kicked to the right knowing that there was a guy beside me whom I may accidentally kick him on the face if I didn’t care enough. He survived.

The song was 6 minutes long and the dance was so cool. I could not stop even my body was screaming. I could feel my energy drained. My sweat was like water pouring from faucet. My eyes were blurred and limps were hurt from the bones. The devil in me laughed so hard and stretched out my torso to the edge.

The foremost was the move that I had to pull myself down to the floor and shook my shoulder then stood up again quickly to jump left and right. I thought it was my last shot. When the dance ended, I was so happy I could go home.

The odor of massage oil for muscular pain was not so nice. I had to sleep on electric warm blanket to relax my body. It was all pain and a blissful dream.

I couldn’t get enough and I didn’t know why. I wanted to be there again and again. Enough was not fulfilling and I dreamt of dancing again.