Dance...

There are times in your life when you are particularly afraid of losing something for whatever reasons and you keep praying to God to not let it happen. My nights are spent praying to God so that I dont lose Dance. In Calcutta, one never really uttered such prayers, one did ask God to bring back classes to the city but never did one one say ' Please, dont make me stop going to classes'. In Delhi I find myself saying this again and again. Calcutta mein hum the, time tha par classes kabhi kabar nahin the, Dilli mein main hu, classes hain par time nahin hain. Freaking Murphy and his law!!!! So far I have been lucky and my classes/my shifts have been adjustable but it wont be so anymore it seems. It feels like a nightmare coming true. To have to miss classes because of work, to have to miss batches because of work, to have to miss dancing because of work. These days I enter every class thinking this might just be the last batch and if God is not merciful enough then this might just be my last class. Scary thought. Very. This had to come to pass someday but not so soon. Not just as when I started enjoying back to back classes. Weekdays are now a period of time between two dance classes. Over the last six years Dance has become so integral that it does not feel like extra/co-curricular thing anymore. 

In Delhi, my classes are in a way a link to Calcutta. I had SDIPA there, I have SDIPA here. One connecting point. And I was lucky that a couple of instructors who taught me in Calcutta, turned out to be my instructors here as well. This made me comfortable in a classroom where I did not know anyone.  Back in Calcutta we had a gang. Things somehow always ended up going our way. 3-4 batches down the line I have made a few friends and the sense of comfort has increased but it is still not like Calcutta. It is different feeling altogether when the entire batch mostly consists of your friends, people who you have been dancing with for quite some time. I guess that is why every tiny detail of my classes in Delhi gets whatsapped to my friends. It is almost a necessity or maybe an OCD.

I do not know how but this 5-letter word has helped us in making us who we are to quite an extent. And to think that one will have to be distanced from it, is unnerving. I have friends who have had to do that already and are still very much alive and doing just fine, I am sure the same will be my case but when we dance we are ALIVE and we do JUST FINE. All that pain, all those workouts, all that stretching is just so worth it, though I still would not mind less of it and I wish whoever came up with the idea of passes had never had that 'eureka' moment. 

This is an addiction which I am afraid is incurable and with nasty withdrawal symptoms.