A “Very Indian” Dancer

-Bhavana Panchumarthi

The windows of his soul sparkled with joy like a tyke’s first smile,

One could see love embracing the hearts of crowds, in a beautiful world for a while.

No! Not for a charming girl with graces and airs of romance,

But a desire to grant elixir of life to his beloved classical dance,

A senile survivor for whom his love is truer than the truth.

Emotions and expressions poured out to ornament his graceful dance moves that stun,

With his abhinaya, some wondered if he was a divine angel sent to describe heaven.

Never did he worry over a future “society-approvable” job, very civil;

On his first tiny but graceful step he had known the end of his difficult tunnel,

To see light, he has to dance towards the end, battling the insults of life’s claustrophobic crowd.

Working towards your ambition does not mean deciding your occupation……………. it means doing something you love and you can be proud of. Your ambition and your future salary are as different as drought and rain. In the case of a male dancer, many doubt if he is a ‘he’ for having such a ‘girlish’ dream. A cruelty called society tries to make everyone its puppet, but when you follow your ambition, you snap your strings as a puppet, and you see light at the end of you tunnel soon enough. There you are left with so much satisfaction that you can't hold on to every single bit of it.