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So this OS is dedicated to Vijiđ¤, who asked me more than once to write a Dance OS. So, Swara likes dancing in this OS of mine. hope you all enjoy it. Hope this is good enough Viji.
Tarantism || A SwaSan OS ||
Tarantism || A SwaSan OS ||
Tarantism : The uncontrollable urge to dance to relieve one's melancholy.*
Swara collapsed near the bed with the force of Sanskar's words. someone had rightly said it that there was more force in the words of your loved ones than in a physical blow. It was only today that Swara actually understood it. Sanskar's words echoed in her ears, even after he had gone away. Tears cascaded down her cheeks, as she murmured more to herself than anyone, "I love you Sanskar, I love so much."
It took her a little while to find the strength to get up. Opening the drawer close to the bed, she took out one of her most precious possessions, her 'ghunghroo'. Wiping away her tears, her feet automatically led her up to the almost empty room on the second floor. It was a large room, almost empty spare a tanpura, sitar and other musical instruments sitting on one side.
Bending down, Swara tied the 'ghunghroos' around her ankles. She switched on the dim night lights, enveloping the room in a soothing glow. She did a twirl, leading herself further into other middle of the room. Dance was one of those things that let her express everything that she couldn't express verbally. also it was an outlet of her emotion. She remembered how she had danced when her father or who she thought was her father then, she had danced till she had fallen asleep out of exhaustion, at the tender age of six.
Today, her dance was different. Her dance started of as a soft longing for her lover, the 'Viraha Nayika**' She danced to the Slow tunes of a 'javali' playing in her mind. She didn't require an actual song for her to dance. There was so much longing and pain of separation that her heart was singing the song as her feet danced to the music. Slowly, the 'javali' came to an end and She moved on from one piece to another. Her speed of transitioned from a gentle sway to a more rhythmic number. she still hadn't any music on, and to an outsider, they wouldn't even have noticed the transition from one dance to another.
Bending down, Swara tied the 'ghunghroos' around her ankles. She switched on the dim night lights, enveloping the room in a soothing glow. She did a twirl, leading herself further into other middle of the room. Dance was one of those things that let her express everything that she couldn't express verbally. also it was an outlet of her emotion. She remembered how she had danced when her father or who she thought was her father then, she had danced till she had fallen asleep out of exhaustion, at the tender age of six.
Today, her dance was different. Her dance started of as a soft longing for her lover, the 'Viraha Nayika**' She danced to the Slow tunes of a 'javali' playing in her mind. She didn't require an actual song for her to dance. There was so much longing and pain of separation that her heart was singing the song as her feet danced to the music. Slowly, the 'javali' came to an end and She moved on from one piece to another. Her speed of transitioned from a gentle sway to a more rhythmic number. she still hadn't any music on, and to an outsider, they wouldn't even have noticed the transition from one dance to another.
Swara let her thought cloud everything. There was nothing but Sanskar, as she danced to relieve her pain and express every emotion she was feeling.
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Sanskar felt terrible after he had said all those thing to Swara. The harder he tried to close off Swara, the more difficult it was getting. He could never see tears in Swara's eyes before, but knowing that today it was him that caused those tears today, it was his heart that broke into millions of pieces with every blow that his words delivered. But, he could not understand her. Maybe he had never actually understood her, and this fool of a heart of his chose to fall head over heals for her. He closed his eyes trying to erase out the image of seeing her broken, no breaking down in front of his eyes.
Sanskar was pacing in his study when he first heard the soft jingle of the bells of a 'ghunghroo' . He had known that Swara loved to dance, but so much had happened after both of them got married that she had never had the time to actually dance, except when the both of them had waltzed, more for pretence than anything at the various business dinners she was forced to attend. This was probably the first time since their lives got royally messed up that she had danced fro herself more than anybody.
Sanskar was pacing in his study when he first heard the soft jingle of the bells of a 'ghunghroo' . He had known that Swara loved to dance, but so much had happened after both of them got married that she had never had the time to actually dance, except when the both of them had waltzed, more for pretence than anything at the various business dinners she was forced to attend. This was probably the first time since their lives got royally messed up that she had danced fro herself more than anybody.
The pace and tinkinling of the 'ghunghroos' increased and they had an unknown pull that dragged Sanskar upstairs into his Maa's music room. This room too had seen almost no activity since a very long time and for Sanskar it had been years since he had actually stepped into the room.
The sight in front of his brought him to a complete standstill. If before he had been dazed by the beauty in front of him, this site had knocked the breath out of him. Sanskar had always known that Swara was beautiful, whether she was wearing a saree like on the day of karva chauth or if she was in her night dress in their room. But today he saw the real Swara, raw and bare.
If there was any doubt before if Swara was not being truthful with her apology earlier, all his doubts vanished when he saw Swara dancing. Her pain was evident not only on her face but even in the graceful movements of her whole body. Her dance reflected the immense sorrow, her apology and what he wished with more than anything LOVE.
Swara didn't realise Sanskar's presence and her dance increased in pace and and she transitioned from the slower paced Bharatnatyam to a faster and more rhythmic Kathak. Her ghunghroos losened, but Swara was too involved in her dance to notice it. Her routine was coming to an end. She was taking one 'chakkar' after another, when the ghunghroo came loose and came under her foot, making her loose balance.
"Swara" Sanskar called, rushing in, catching her just in time into his arms. Only now, up close did Sanskar realise her tear stricken face. "What do you you think you were doing, Swara?" his worry coming out in the form of anger. Swara seemed to come out of her daze. Che clutched tight at Sanskar's blazer lapels. "Sanskar.." Swara said, her voice coming out broken and raw from all the dancing and tears. Her voice had an effect that Sanskar had seemed to forget. His face softened immediately as he slowly lowered her and sat her down on his lap. He raised his hands to wipe the tears of her face. But Swara threw her arms around him and clutched him as tight as she could, loud sobs wrecking her body. "shh" Sanskar soothed her, rubbing her back at the same time as holding her close. "I'm sorry Sanskar. I love you." Swara kept repeating again and again into his neck. It took Sanskar a few moments to actually realise what she was saying. "What did you say?" Sanskar asked, moving her just enough to look at her in the eye. "I love you Sanskar. Please give me another chance to rebuild out relationship." Too overcome by emotion Sanskar couldn't find words to express what his heart wanted to say.
Sanskar cupped Swara's face with delicate hands, tilting her head up, he looked into her eyes for permission. Swara's lips parted with anticipation and her already black eyes darkened with desire. Meeting Sanskar's deep eyes, she nodded her head, to the silent question. That was all it took fro Sanskar to close that remaining few centimetres of gap between their lips. Their meeting of lips was something that neither of them could have imagined. It was like all that longing was somehow enclosed into that one kiss. "I love you too" Sanskar whispered back belatedly, lifting Swara into his arms and taking her into 'their' bedroom
The End
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* Tarantism was actually a disorder, characterised by a strong desire to dance, in medieval Europe, specially Italy. It has evolved and is today used not as a disorder but simply an uncontrollable urge to dance to relieve one's melancholy.
** Viraha nayika is one of the astha nayikas, the eight heroines often depicted through dance. She is distressed by separation and pining for her lover. In the actual dance, lover is often away from home and fails to return while the heroine is shown as waiting for his return.
Thanks a lot for reading. Please do leave comments if time permits. Hope I lived up to your expectations Viji đł
Thanks a lot for reading. Please do leave comments if time permits. Hope I lived up to your expectations Viji đł
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