Friday, December 5, 2008

Dancing.

Hey,

I like dancing in my head… ever told you that… everytime I day dream…..some form of dancing is always there…it liberates me in my mind… prolly that’s why I love watching others dance so much…. I have the rhythm but just cant open up and do it in reality.

In my head… I dance alone or with another person… to a slow songs or elvis… depends on my mood… certain songs I cant hear without picturing myself doing the perfect pirouette or the perfect quick step.

Of late.. ive had this terrible urge to waltz …. Like waltz the dance form with someone down my uni corridors....especially the one next to the lockers…on a Sunday afternoon when hardly anyone is around.

The image is :
He asks stretching his hand out I accept placing my hand… we waltz till we reach the point where the corridor for the mess and teachers lounge opens up and the the piano piece ends [has to be a piano… second best would be a sax] and I curtsy and he bows and its all over.

Some variations have fancy conversation [proper decent English] others just leave it at that.. a memory for a lifetime… did I mention what I was wearing…. A knee length skirt, a blouse and a jacket. This image makes me happy inside… it’s a phase this too shall pass.

You wouldn’t peg me as a dancer… more a head popper… a wonder my head hasn’t rolled of yet but I when I dream I dream of moving fluidly and gracefully and my tastes favour the classical both Indian and ballroom.

The best part of this day dream is I am the star, the other person doesn’t matter, its just me enjoying dancing, and to further this aim requiring a partner.

I dance in my head…. There ive said it.

XOXO