Dancing is not one of my strong points. I’m the one who makes staccato movements, raises her left hand when it’s got to be the right, and cannot follow structured dance moves. You’d expect Basil to be better. Fortunately, for me, we’re made for each other. We both have two left feet. I’m glad we never have to repeat our wedding dance. Between getting stomped by his giant feet, trying (and miserably failing) our best imitation of the waltz, and smiling until our jaws hurt; we managed to keep our audience entertained. That’s one thing ticked off our bucket-list!
That’s why, I truly appreciate, anyone who can forget who’s looking at them and immerse themselves in the music. It’s not easy and takes a lot of courage. Under the spotlights, a true artist born.
“The fight is won or lost far away from witnesses – behind the lines, in the gym,
and out there on the road, long before I dance under those lights.”
The Mishing tribe of Assam gear up in preparation for spring. They sing songs of love and life. Young girls and boys of the village come together and there’s a shy, almost coy, song of courting when nature’s in full bloom.
“I think if you give in and accept society’s stereotypes,
then you start thinking, ‘I cannot dance till late at night because I’m 70.”
It takes skill to dance. And it takes a lot more than that to balance earthen pots whilst dancing. Add a smile and you’ve got yourself a winner.
“I grew up with six brothers.
That’s how I learned to dance – waiting for the bathroom.”
As we waited for sunset, a young girl approached us. Underneath her garish make up — was the face of a cheerful child. Her smile was infectious. Our friend joined her in her free flowing dance. We watched and cheered. Too bad, there is no such thing as a free lunch or as it turns out — free dance.
“The one thing that you have that nobody else has is you.
Your voice, your mind, your story, your vision.
So write and draw and build and play and dance and live as only you can.”
A group performance needs more than rhythm to be successful. The dancers need to be in sync with each other and the music. The Ghoomar dancers had little difficulty doing so. They swirled in perfect circles, clapped their hands in unison, and sang a lilting folk song. It surely might look easy for the uninitiated. I know for sure — it isn’t.
“I try to dress classy and dance cheesy.”
We walked the streets of Pondicherry aimlessly. It’s hard to miss the burst of colour. Hidden among the rows of earthenware was this brightly painted clay doll.
“If you’re feeling blue, lock yourself in a room, stand in front of a mirror, and dance – and laugh at yourself and be sexy. Dance the silliest and ugliest you’ve ever danced.
Make fun of yourself and try to recover your sense of humor.”
The old houses, in the Tamil quarter of Pondicherry, showcase distinct cultural styles — of an era quickly fleeting. We spotted this curvaceous beauty, proud to be herself, and dancing gleefully.