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Summary : Her first glimpse of him was not of his face but of his soul.
She was an every girl.
Washed out white. Shaped and molded by the expectations of those around her. Her speech, her thoughts, her movements. Hesitant. Shy. Almost afraid of announcing her existence. That was her intrinsic nature. To blend in and yet stand out. She was the doe eyed, soft spoken topper. Her humility came from her love for her parents and it grounded her. It kept her realistic and focused. Determined to succeed. Get good grades.
She was perfect.
She was an every girl.
She closed her eyes and let the memorized melody take over her. It defined her. More than her birth name. More than the childish yet endearing nickname everyone who knew her called her. It ran through her veins instead of blood.
Dance.
It was a sanctuary. A world of her own. A world where she could flow like a river. Undeterred. In much desired solitude. When she danced she pictured herself in an empty field. A deserted beach. A lonely dance hall.
And then it changed.
It had been destiny. It could not be called anything else. She wasn't feeling like eating any more snacks nor did she need to use the ladies room. She rarely ever stayed put in her seat during a movie interval. But this time she did. Sniffing slightly because of the brain freeze eating an ice cube had given her.
The nondescript advertisement s for coaching classes that promised to get you set for life and the insurance company fish bait bored her. She did get bored of course- she was human.
The catchy music came first. Made her look up to see a dark screen. And then, like a flame, everything was burning up.
A male form. A silhouette. Moving like he was made up of music and movement . Not blood and muscle.
It moved her mind, body and soul.
Suddenly she understood what Sonam, her best friend, a player of sorts, meant by attraction. The heat under her skin. The flare. The longing to touch. To move. To be with someone. The emptiness.
The dreamer that she was had fallen in love with him. Without even knowing who he was or what he looked like. She'd fallen for the way his body moved. A perfection she sought in the movements of her own body.
She was an every girl.
An every girl who had just started her descent into love.
And that made her feel special.
She had to grow as a dancer so she could dance by his side. In his arms.
The every girl wanted to be more than an every girl.
She wanted to be the girl he danced with.
She was an every girl.
Washed out white. Shaped and molded by the expectations of those around her. Her speech, her thoughts, her movements. Hesitant. Shy. Almost afraid of announcing her existence. That was her intrinsic nature. To blend in and yet stand out. She was the doe eyed, soft spoken topper. Her humility came from her love for her parents and it grounded her. It kept her realistic and focused. Determined to succeed. Get good grades.
She was perfect.
She was an every girl.
She closed her eyes and let the memorized melody take over her. It defined her. More than her birth name. More than the childish yet endearing nickname everyone who knew her called her. It ran through her veins instead of blood.
Dance.
It was a sanctuary. A world of her own. A world where she could flow like a river. Undeterred. In much desired solitude. When she danced she pictured herself in an empty field. A deserted beach. A lonely dance hall.
And then it changed.
It had been destiny. It could not be called anything else. She wasn't feeling like eating any more snacks nor did she need to use the ladies room. She rarely ever stayed put in her seat during a movie interval. But this time she did. Sniffing slightly because of the brain freeze eating an ice cube had given her.
The nondescript advertisement s for coaching classes that promised to get you set for life and the insurance company fish bait bored her. She did get bored of course- she was human.
The catchy music came first. Made her look up to see a dark screen. And then, like a flame, everything was burning up.
A male form. A silhouette. Moving like he was made up of music and movement . Not blood and muscle.
It moved her mind, body and soul.
Suddenly she understood what Sonam, her best friend, a player of sorts, meant by attraction. The heat under her skin. The flare. The longing to touch. To move. To be with someone. The emptiness.
The dreamer that she was had fallen in love with him. Without even knowing who he was or what he looked like. She'd fallen for the way his body moved. A perfection she sought in the movements of her own body.
She was an every girl.
An every girl who had just started her descent into love.
And that made her feel special.
She had to grow as a dancer so she could dance by his side. In his arms.
The every girl wanted to be more than an every girl.
She wanted to be the girl he danced with.
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