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The wait was over. Some dress colour was increasing the guess. One shouted "Aa gaye", another snubbed. The foot steps increased proportionally with increase of yes, no counts.
All of sudden a black white checkered shirt blinked everyone's sight. She was standing to the extreme left as we approached from back. She turned towards us and formal introduction erupted among new faces. I glimpsed at her. All I could notice at first sight was an angular smile like the moon in a cloudy sky. Next very moment my ears refused to work for seconds. My eyes got stuck.
The curvy face with little hurt push pin on the nose was exposing like a diamond temple on a snow hill. Rosy lips were dazzling as if an aesthetic painter had painted them. Well dressed hairs smoothened more than wool each time she crossed her hand over her head. An adorable beauty !! By the time I could get enthralled myself more, all started walking into the pub.
The table was ready. Chairs surrounded the table like a clock. She sat at 12 of the clock. Engaging with all she was making herself comfortable. 'Is she exploring ?": I questioned myself. It was her first trip to such place. She wanted to have a care-free life for that time. Yes, she did. Unhesitatingly she took from vodka to beer. After all, a military breed she is but that satiated smile was continuously making waves on her face all the while.
Next phase, it was time for dancing, something she dies for that I would observe later. People were flooded on the stage. All we could get was few centimetre square area. She started with some professional steps. With eyes pointing down , she twisted her body like Madhuri Dixit. Seeing those, an epiphany from inside signalled myself, "Beta, nikal le". From there onwards all I could see was her relentless dancing as if she was doing romance with dance, DROMANCE. Nothing surrounding her like people, lights, discomfit could bother her. Beats and her feet were resonating like twins. Passion can overcome congestion, that I realised seeing her. Some were original steps, some were self-mixed but everything she was doing was impeccable. She is a professional dancer.
Suddenly, mobile clock touched 10:47. I just suggested if we could leave. All said big NO. Ha ha. Gradually her glowing clean face started lining up with sweat on forehead. May be that her alcoholised brain was not permitting to dance. Fortunately the clock accelerated to the time where all insighted to leave. We came out.
The next phase was the end of the day of that endless beauty buying a "Good bye". See you tomorrow , I heard as I opened the cab door.
The wait was over. Some dress colour was increasing the guess. One shouted "Aa gaye", another snubbed. The foot steps increased proportionally with increase of yes, no counts.
All of sudden a black white checkered shirt blinked everyone's sight. She was standing to the extreme left as we approached from back. She turned towards us and formal introduction erupted among new faces. I glimpsed at her. All I could notice at first sight was an angular smile like the moon in a cloudy sky. Next very moment my ears refused to work for seconds. My eyes got stuck.
The curvy face with little hurt push pin on the nose was exposing like a diamond temple on a snow hill. Rosy lips were dazzling as if an aesthetic painter had painted them. Well dressed hairs smoothened more than wool each time she crossed her hand over her head. An adorable beauty !! By the time I could get enthralled myself more, all started walking into the pub.
The table was ready. Chairs surrounded the table like a clock. She sat at 12 of the clock. Engaging with all she was making herself comfortable. 'Is she exploring ?": I questioned myself. It was her first trip to such place. She wanted to have a care-free life for that time. Yes, she did. Unhesitatingly she took from vodka to beer. After all, a military breed she is but that satiated smile was continuously making waves on her face all the while.
Next phase, it was time for dancing, something she dies for that I would observe later. People were flooded on the stage. All we could get was few centimetre square area. She started with some professional steps. With eyes pointing down , she twisted her body like Madhuri Dixit. Seeing those, an epiphany from inside signalled myself, "Beta, nikal le". From there onwards all I could see was her relentless dancing as if she was doing romance with dance, DROMANCE. Nothing surrounding her like people, lights, discomfit could bother her. Beats and her feet were resonating like twins. Passion can overcome congestion, that I realised seeing her. Some were original steps, some were self-mixed but everything she was doing was impeccable. She is a professional dancer.
Suddenly, mobile clock touched 10:47. I just suggested if we could leave. All said big NO. Ha ha. Gradually her glowing clean face started lining up with sweat on forehead. May be that her alcoholised brain was not permitting to dance. Fortunately the clock accelerated to the time where all insighted to leave. We came out.
The next phase was the end of the day of that endless beauty buying a "Good bye". See you tomorrow , I heard as I opened the cab door.
