SS OS: The Day She Danced

Two months into the college and all I could say is- it could be worse.

To be crude, St. Louis College was a zoo. A zoo with variety of animals, in this context, humans. There were the normal kids who had normal schedules, studied normally, socialized normally and did their homework normally. I'd some what fall under this category. And then there were the delinquents, the waste of space type. Surprisingly, even those idiots had a good strength. Then there were the shadows, the ones who were seldom seen in the picture (excluding the class photograph), but were none the less present. Now this category, I identify with and preferred being in.

And then there were the Dazzlers.

The word I had learned on my first day, which had seemed pretty meaningless in the start but soon defined the college students. The Dazzlers literally dazzled, each and every one of them strutting around the college as if they owned it. And in a way they did, I guess. For all I knew, Mr. Gautam Rai Prakash was quite a figure head in the college board so in a way at least one of them did.

Sharon Rai Prakash.

The girl who stirred a mighty amount of confusion inside me. And alien reactions.

The girl who continues messing up my insides.

It had been a struggle for me, to decipher the emotions my heart generated whenever she smiled, walked past me, or heavens, even when she looked down at me in disgust. And that bothered me. For someone who liked to be in control of himself, the sudden waywardness of my feelings displeased me. Everytime I tried to not let myself be affected by Sharon, she'd wreck havoc by doing something. Like now, with me outside the rehearsal hall, frozen and Sharon inside it, not at all frozen.

Remember the something I mentioned a few seconds ago? She was doing just that.

She was dancing.

She was dancing and it dazzled me.

I always associated Sharon with Hip Hop, for it matched the passion which burned in her eyes, did justice to her enigmatic personality. But boy, I had never thought of her to be so graceful and beautiful. She looked so fragile, like a porcelain doll. And in that white dress she never had looked so pure and angelic.

I had fallen for her, badly.

She floated around the hall, her movements fluid and impeccable. Her talents in dance were well known to me but the visual experience was just, mesmerizing. Gone was the snobbish, uptight Diva who had her nose up in the air. Instead, I could see her, Sharon, in her real element. She connected with the music, with her moves on such a deep level, it touched me sharply as an audience.

The music stopped, all of a sudden, and the warm light which had ignited inside me flickered out, leaving a sense of cold in its wake. With one last glance at the now tired girl, I walked away from the rehearsal hall, completely dazed. Something changed inside me with finality and I knew,

Knew that I loved her, now, tomorrow, forever.

And that I had to learn dance.