The music rose and fell, like waves, then swirled around the
room, sweeping everything in its wake.
They lifted her fingers and made them tap. The music then
moved to her feet making them move to the rhythm.
She gave into the moment and did a small jig.
Then stopped.
Embarrassed, she looked around if anyone had seen her lapse
of control.
No one had seen.
Everyone was outside
practicing for the sangeet. It was
her daughter’s wedding tomorrow and tons had to be done. Rama, looked out the
window and saw her daughters’ friends dancing to the lively music. There were
squeels of laughter and good natured ribbing; it was going to be the perfect
wedding.
Rama thought of her own wedding, and the failed marriage
which followed. She had been a fool she realized now, to have dreamt dreams too
lofty for any man to fulfill. She had believed in the song and dance routine of
the hindi films she loved, she had believed that she would dance in the rain
and twirl in her rain-drenched Sari, only to…