Rising Frustration

One fine day, it became frustrating in the dance studio. The song I wanted to dance was ended sooner than expected because they would throw a party. Those remaining songs were not too bad but they seemed repeating of the same style in the mix of Western and Bollywood dances. I liked most of the dances after a few classes, not the first. Lately, the songs were not my taste; only one song entertained me and ended too soon in my absence. I didn’t like anything more than Indian dancing but I realized I was going nowhere. And my passion for dancing increased tremendously. Sometimes I wondered if I had made my time for something else. I rarely did. I was so in to Indian style and I got so high when I dance. I even dreamt of dancing. This time it reminded me of when Master Uday has gone to Hong Kong for good and I was completely lost. I felt there would be no way to regain my spirits without him teaching. After a while, I was relieved because my passion for dancing was never subsided. It was a challenge when I didn’t like the song very much but I tried. The only reason why it was like that because dancing was so divine. It was only frustration that annoyed me so much when I didn’t seem to fit in there like this time around.

I would never give up. I would be there again tomorrow and I would feel the spirits again in the chaos of my time. I would fight for a chance of being overwhelmed with joy when I dance. I would eagerly wait for the next dance and I would again in my full spirit, absolutely and whole-heartedly, “dance”.