More comforting than friends, more passionate than a lover, soothing than music, precious than diamonds, brighter than sunlight, deeper than the oceans- that was Dance to her.
When she moved, she symbolized beauty, elegance, charm, harmony, and divine love- as if the universe’ blessings were always bestowed upon her.
She danced to be alive; to keep her sane; to express what she could not say; to make her feel as if she could fly; to bring bliss; to mend her broken heart.
But now she winces hearing a ghungroo, having abandoned dancing when life got in her way demanding to score grades, take up a job and settle down in a beautiful marriage.
She feels her body move to the music even if she does not like the song; she choreographs moves to every piece of music that she hears; she knows she is a dancer and a good one at that and she shall rise like a phoenix and continue her passion.
This is part of the Five Sentence Fiction hosted by Lillie McFerrin. This week’s topic is Hunger.