Gliding Grace….

Everybody has that one passion, one fad that constantly reminds them of their originality which somehow gets obscured and is found fallen between the cracks amidst a thousand others. In this rat race, our identities are consigned to oblivion. But that one passion brings out our authenticity, even if just for a while. We hold on to them and cradle them because deep inside even we know that we are losing ourselves to the elements of survival.

It could be anything- driving, singing, a sport you used to play in school, shopping- anything.

For me, that fire in the belly is DANCE! Dancing for me is like dreaming with my feet. It lets me be, the skin I’m comfortable in. My airy, blithesome, unanxious, unbothered, jaunty self. I remember getting decked up- that shimmery costume, flashy make-up, the fascinating and gleaming accessories. That was my first dance in primary school, there’s no stopping me since then.

What exactly or how much it means to me is very arduous to pen down.  It’s like meditation, salvation, ardor, a burning desire. To let go is to dance , to break-free is to dance, to express is to dance, to reciprocate is to dance, to love is to dance, to dream is to dance!!

You’re angry- stomp, merry- ballet, excited- jiggle around, expressive- lyrical hip-hop, beauty- classical, agonized- contemporary, agitated- crumping, in love- ballroom. There’s something  for every countenance, every emotion. It’s more than just an art, it’s reverence, something celestial. Ever tried dancing with your eyes and mind shut? It gives me goose-flesh  I feel as if I’m about to transcend to a different universe. The feeling of divinity, contentment, equilibrium and serenity is right there, right then, encompassed in that very moment, that exact place.

When I dance, my body speaks. It speaks the language of the desolate, the unexplored, the unapprehended. I can feel the exhaustion seeping out, the love pulsating and the vigor amplifying. It gives me a sense of abundance and fulfillment. It’s the hidden language of my soul. The stage, it’s like my own- the place where I belong. My feet conform with every inch of the platform, gives me a feeling of belonging and acceptance.  Great dancers are great because of their passion, their determination. Anybody can dance, all you have to do is kick off your shoes and swim on the stage.

It’s a mystic fervor. It gives me warmth, tranquilizes  my soul and entraps me in its alchemistic hypnotic world. Dance gives me a reason to be happy, helps me in burying the bricks of the past which I've carried to my present, let’s me forget the reason I carried those bricks for so long.

There is a vitality, an energy, a force, a quickening that get’s translated into life when I dance. There is a queer satisfaction, an unmistakable sense of relief that settles on me. Maybe, my passion is too wild or maybe it’s the fire inside that changes my entire definition of dancing. Whatever it is, it keeps me going, keeps me at a blessed unrest and  makes me stronger. It’s not about being good at it, it’s about what I derive from it, it’s about dancing lightly on the edges without the fear of losing or getting lost. I dance like I’m the only thing alive, like I’m the sole spirit of love, the only seductress, the only vital force.

It engulfs me, possesses me, recreates me and most of all it makes me want to fly, makes me feel like there’s no touching the ground, I can almost feel the earth grazing my toes and diminishing into non-existence.

I wish I could live every moment like that, like a new breath, make water taste different every time it goes down my throat, let a smile kiss my lips every time I blink. This is how my life gets wrapped up in those few hours when I dance, this is how I exist when I dance. l’m out of myself. Larger, more beautiful, more powerful.  It’s like running away without looking back, without remorse, without a sinking heart.

It’s a heart without fear that knows how to dance to every note, every song. Unload the drama of your life for one moment and lift your feet, believe me, you’ll know what I’m talking about. The thrill and the spell will smother you too. Dance till you drop, dance till you fade, dance till it stops interesting you.

Play along with the rhythm, surrender to the music, lean forward, point your toes, do a pirouette. The beauty of dance lies in its ability to heighten your emotions, make the music visible and make it your favourite metaphor.  Every move comes out of my body like a burst of music, and rings through the entire length, without a pause, without cessation. Dance to me is synonymous with euphoria- it rattles around itself, ushers out my naturalism, helps me not only take over the floor but to enjoy each and every step of the way. It’s something else, something that cannot be verbalized or inferred till you share the same passion or relate to even one-tenth of it.

It makes me want to believe in myself, lift my head high, lose sanity, fall in love, recede from a break-down and see the simplicity of forgiveness. It makes me want to conquer the world!

 You might be an ace dancer but don’t ever dance for the world to see, dance to the music and feel the world around disappear; that’s when you’ll know where your heart, mind, body and soul harmonize.  I know about mine, do you? :)

Take more chances, Dance more dances!!

Why push through life, when you can dance through it!

               - Anonymous.

Dancers dance in a ring and suppose, while the secret sits in the middle and knows!

         - Robert Frost.

When you dance, make every move look like you invented it. Adopt it, stride along with it and let it stream through every cell of your body. Dancing can never be learnt, it’s an expression, it can only be mastered the day you’ll be brave enough to unleash it!

           - Akankshaa Diksha Sharma.