The Terrace Dance.


Dec 15, 2015.

The stage was well lit by the moonlight.
Stars, trees, and some clothes that hung on the clothesline were the audience for tonight.
I made my way to the stage, 'The Terrace', to start the performance.

I stood and did a rond de jambe.
I tapped my feet, hopped,
Twisted and thunder clapped.
Trees swayed, leaves rustled on the music beats,
And on the clothesline swung my linen sheets.

I did my own kind of ball dancing with shadow, my ball dance partner.
With my conscience asking me to stop grooving, I began ending my performance.
And as I ended my tonight's performance, I heard the 'twinkling claps' of the stars.
"Yes, all the world's a stage", I said to myself and offered my audience a curtsy. 

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पाँव रुके न किसी के रोके,
ये तो चलेंगे , नचलेंगे ,यहाँ-वहाँ यारा मस्ती में... 🎵


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