Hey guys... m here with a brand new OS... its too tiny...and a totally abstract piece...but still i want to share it with you... i hope you guys like this one... nw without any more bakwassing m leaving you with this tiny miny thing... Happy reading!!!
(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y7K-JKIlYbQ&feature=email&email=comment_received you can play this thing along while you read)
She taps her foot to the very notes that became audible... A simple tap on a floor and the audience room filled with her divine presence... I pull up my head up from the ground... She swirled making a circle, a perfect circle around her.. It's the part of her technique... My lips curved along to make a perfect grin to that perfect swirl... I was happy...stupidly happy... It just made me wonder about myself that how a simplest ever thing about her makes me grin involuntarily... I am still surprised to find us here almost every day for don't know how many weeks... And I just love this moment...Miss Kriya Ghai on stage..All alone... totally drawn in herself... The very same spotlight..The empty chairs and the same myself watching her from the darkest silence... It's a picture perfect moment...and I just love being in that picture... I love to be here...
I quietly sit down in the back...Her hands moved ever so graciously with the lyrics ... each and every word took a form of movement and there she emits them with ever evolving subtleties... Baatcutter and her enchanting moves... It's a magic... It's too long I sit there watching her dance... it makes me feel dizzy... It takes me to the other planet...It carries me away... Only my baatcutter can do this to me... I watch the moves sharper and clean... I try to grasp her mood... I wonder how the language of dance that is known to me becomes so divine when she speaks it... its heavenly... Her head gently moving with the melody...expressing the smallest ever word and beat... sometimes she moves her head aggressively... I loved the aggressive parts... though I love the ever so cute baatcutter in her...but it's treat to watch aggressive Miss Kriya Ghai ... every bit of her face expressed it...the hardened look on her face drags me even more... but still her limbs moved ever so graciously... she is an angel...a dancing angel...
I still remember the day I saw her dancing for the first time.. Our first meeting on New Year Eve... she was truly angelic that day with her pristine white dress... I love watching her dance in the loneliness of this Audi...It is the real her, without the mask of the best dancer of St. Louis... Kriya being only kriya dancing only on her own rhythm... No burden of the best dancer's level she has created for herself... Sometimes I have this feeling that every empty chair here bears my eyes to see her perform...A perfectionist she is, a real one, diligently working herself through all the details. I don't know how she does it, but she does, hour in, hour out, it is madness, it is a passion... she dedicates herself to every dance piece she practices then... but more than everything I love when she randomly does a step without even registering in her mind that she did one... any random thought on her mind just depict itself through that random step moreover a simple gesture of hers... be it picking up something from the floor or sometimes just turning back to see me behind her... I love her most, when she feels free, and the dance is not her work or her life. Sometimes I wish I could set her free. But then, without her dance at the centre of her life, that would not be KRIYA...
She swirls around herself...and starts taking aggressive turns... I never know which move will come next...but knowing her well I just knew that it has to be intense and ridiculously rich... I just keep on struggling with myself to grasp her heavenly soul into my arms..But she is ungraspable..She floats with the lyrical rhythm... She sends me on a very different planet whenever she moved with her beauty grace... Each move around the divine melody connects us.. Without ever revealing what they connect... Yet, it happens and I almost can trace her underlying emotions through the numerous turns she takes.. Through the numerous shapes her hands make... and through the numerous steps she takes... It just brings us closer... and I feel privileged in some ways... I watched her with same attention...savouring every second.. I love how she appreciates every single move... How she dedicates herself to every posture she takes...and how everything here resonates her presence this particular way... I stood up and start walking towards the stage... she is taking turns... Endlessly she swirls around herself... I reached the left wing of the stage... I watched the spotlight playing hide and seek with on her face... and REALIZATION hits me... I could see the flood in her eyes... the smudged kajal stays her story...and I wonder how I couldn't see this before...I could hear the thumping of her feet..So loud ... It felt like the beautiful dream was over as I stepped into reality...
It is the last time she is dancing here... It's the last time I can see her here...I will miss it, she will miss it... I wish I could have put these very moments in a little box, and bring it with me as to never lose it... She is still taking turns endlessly...the music is loud...the thumping is loud... I was scared... I know what is it making her this intense...She is leaving...as the singer sings...she is leaving almost on a jet plane... and i wish i could have hold her tight to never let her go away... She is going to NY for further studies of dance... It's her dream to be an International Level Dancer... Her flight is in next few hours... She will be leaving then... And I...I cannot see her leaving... winning the footloose competition for 3 consecutive years she had won this scholarship... and now it's time for her to go...
She is dancing still grasping me in their web of possible endless hours; I stand up and walk away, silently, out of her world. And a thought passes by mind... It's her passion...it's her dream... and for a second I dare to believe that she doesn't follow her dream to NY..But the dream follows her... But it is not true...I sigh and smile at the sight of her shoes which are waiting for her at the stage entrance... Suddenly they seem to be too big... TOO BIG...
so how was this...lemme know through likes and ocmments... and criticism is welcome too...
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
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